Good Lord! Who Can Account

Single Men In Barricks Don't Grow Into Plaster Saints.

All Things Considered, There Are Only Two Kinds Of Men In The World: Those That Stay At Home And Those That Do Not.

But Till We Are Built Like Angels, With Hammer And Chisel And Pen, We Will Work For Ourself And A Woman, Forever And Ever, Amen.

If You Want Something And Don't Get It, There Are Only Two Reasons. You Either Really Didn't Want It, Or You Tried To Bargain Over The Price.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!