If Dirt Were Trumps, What Hands You

Man Is A Gaming Animal.

O Money, Money, How Blindly Thou Hast Been Worshipped, And How Stupidly Abused! Thou Are Health And Liberty And Strength, And He That Has Thee May Rattle His Pockets At The Foul Fiend!

We Encourage One Another In Mediocrity.

Clap An Extinguisher Upon Your Irony If You Are Unhappily Blessed With A Vein Of It.

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.