Life Is Very Nice, But

God! Is There Anything Uglier Than A Frightened Man!

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

What You Get Free Costs Too Much.

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.