The Intelligent Man Finds Almost Everything Ridiculous,

Thou Art In The End What Thou Art. Put On Wigs With Millions Of Curls, Set Thy Foot Upon Ell-high Rocks. Thou Abidest Ever--what Thou Art.

Those Who Make Use Of Devotion As A Means And End Generally Are Hypocrites.

Whatever Necessity Lays Upon Thee, Endure; Whatever She Commands, Do.

The Solution Of Every Problem Is Another Problem

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!