Life, A Beauty Chased By

It Ought To Have Gangsters, And Aeroplanes And A Lot Of Automatic Pistols.

Men In A Ship Are Always Looking Up, And Men Ashore Are Usually Looking Down.

Life Is A Long Headache In A Noisy Street.

I Hold That When A Person Dies / His Soul Returns Again To Earth; / Arrayed In Some New Flesh Disguise / Another Mother Gives Him Birth / With Sturdier Limbs And Brighter Brain.

Love Is A Flame To Set The Will On Fire