Tis Sweet To Listen As

Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not Worth A Nickel

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

Death, So Called, Is A Thing Which Makes Men Weep, And Yet A Third Of Life Is Passed In Sleep.

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.

Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.