Oh Lion In A Peculiar Guise, Sharp

You Must Have Some Money If You Are Going To Live Simply. It Need Not Be Much, But You Must Have Some.

Not Waving But Drowning Nobody Heard Him, The Dead Man, But Still He Lay Moaning: I Was Much Further Out Than You Thought And Not Waving But Drowning. Poor Chap, He Always Loved Larking And Now He's Dead It Must Have Been Too Cold For Him His Heart Gave Way, They Said. Oh, No No No, It Was Too Cold Always (still The Dead One Lay Moaning) I Was Much Too Far Out All My Life And Not Waving But Drowning.

As Nature Is Always Careless And Indifferent Who Sees, Who Steps, Means Nothing And This Is Pretty.

A Great Artist ... Takes What He Did Not Make And Makes Of It Something That Only He Can Make.

Youth Is An Arithmetical Statement Of Passing Interest, Each Hour Eats It Up.