The Life Of The Wealthy Is One

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

People Like Us Are Unhappy In This World And In The Next, I Guess If We Made It To Heaven, We'd Have To Help Make It Thunder.

The Life Of The Wealthy Is One Long Sunday.

Dying People Often Become Childish.