Money Pads The Edges Of Things.

The Middle Age Of Buggers Is Not To Be Contemplated Without Horror.

Love Is Always Being Given Where It Is Not Required.

It Isn't Possible To Love And Part. You Will Wish That It Was. You Can Transmute Love, Ignore It, Muddle It, But You Can Never Pull It Out Of You. I Know By Experience That The Poets Are Right: Love Is Eternal.

Give, Do Not Lend; After Death Who Will Thank You?

Let Yourself Go. Pull Out From The Depths Those Thoughts That You Do Not Understand, And Spread Them Out In The Sunlight And Know The Meaning Of Them.