Solvency Is Entirely A Matter Of Temperament

Whiskey Has Killed More Men Than Bullets, But Most Men Would Rather Be Full Of Whiskey Than Bullets.

I Like To Walk Down Bond Street, Thinking Of All The Things I Don't Desire.

Give Me A Bed And A Book And I Am Happy.

An Echo Of Music, A Face In The Street, The Wafer Of The New Moon, A Wanton Thought - Only In The Iridescence Of Things The Vagabond Soul Is Happy.

People Before The Public Live An Imagined Life In The Thought Of Others, And Flourish Or Feel Faint As Their Self Outside Themselves Grows Bright Or Dwindles In That Mirror.