When I Played Drunks I Had To

A Man That Hoards Up Riches And Enjoys Them Not, Is Like An Ass That Carries Gold And Eats Thistles.

How Strange Are The Tricks Of Memory, Which, Often Hazy As A Dream About The Most Important Events Of A Man's Life, Religiously Preserve The Merest Trifles.

False Friendship, Like The Ivy, Decays And Ruins The Walls It Embraces; But True Friendship Gives New Life And Animation To The Object It Supports.

If You're Going To Make Rubbish, Be The Best Rubbish In It.

When I Played Drunks I Had To Remain Sober Because I Didn't Know How To Play Them When I Was Drunk.