Experience Is A Dim Lamp,

All In All, Death Is Something Like Marriage.

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past.

When You Stay Too Long In The Same Place, Things And People Go To Pot On You, They Rot And Start Stinking For Your Special Benefit.

Troubles Are As Endless As Pleasures Are Brief.

Love, Arthur, Is A Poodle's Chance Of Attaining The Infinite, And Personally I Have My Pride.