There is only one way to achieve happiness on this terrestrial ball, and that is to have either a clear conscience or none at all.
Category Archive: August 19
I am a mortician who tells you that you don’t necessarily need a mortician.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
The definition of ‘morbid’ is an unhealthy preoccupation with death. Unfortunately, there’s no word to mean the perfectly healthy preoccupation with death, which is what I have.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
A knock-down argument; ’tis but a word and a blow.