The Banker Rubs His Nose,

You Are So Tactful That I Have No Idea What You Want.

When Love Ends, We Cry Out Against Destiny. When Friendship Ends, We Cry Out Against Our Friend.

The Telephone Gives Us The Happiness Of Being Together Yet Safely Apart.

Striving Toward A Goal Puts A More Pleasing Construction On Our Advance Toward Death.

Cynicism Often Draws Correct Conclusions, But Nobody Could Live By Its Lights.