A Certain Alloy Of Expediency

When A Man Tells You That He Got Rich Through Hard Work, Ask Him: 'whose?'

Old Godheads Sink In Space And Drown Their Arks Like Foundered Galleons Sucked Down.

Yes, He's Got All Them Different Kinds Of Thoroughbred Blood In Him, And He's Got Other Kinds You Ain't Mentioned And That You Ain't Slick Enough To See.

When You Can't Have Anything Else, You Can Have Virtue.

The Trouble With The Public Is That There Is Too Much Of It; What We Need In Public Is Less Quantity And More Quality.