Write What You Like; There Is No

Bohemia Is Nothing More Than The Little Country In Which You Do Not Live. If You Try To Obtain Citizenship In It, At Once The Court And Retinue Pack The Royal Archives And Treasure And Move Away Beyond The Hills.

It Ain't The Roads We Take; It's What's Inside Of Us That Makes Us Turn Out The Way We Do.

We Can't Buy One Minute Of Time With Cash; If We Could, Rich People Would Live Longer.

Inject A Few Raisins Of Conversation Into The Tasteless Dough Of Existence.

To A Woman Nothing Seems Quite Impossible To The Powers Of The Man She Worships.