Satire Does Not Look Pretty

My Motto Is: Contented With Little, Yet Wishing For More.

Our Spirits Grow Gray Before Our Hairs.

Go Where Glory Waits Thee! But While Fame Elates Thee, Oh, Still Remember Me!

May My Last Breath Be Drawn Through A Pipe, And Exhaled In A Jest.

The English Writer, Charles Lamb, Said One Day: "i Hate That Man." "but You Don't Know Him." "of Course, I Don't," Said Lamb. "do You Think I Could Possibly Hate A Man I Know?"