What Fun It Would Be To Be

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

What You Get Free Costs Too Much.

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.