Always To Be Best, And

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

For When Two Join In The Same Adventure, One Perceives Before The Other How They Ought To Act; While One Alone, However Prompt, Resolves More Tardily And With A Weaker Will.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.