You Can Lose Your Way

Poor People Never, Or Hardly Ever, Ask For An Explanation Of All They Have To Put Up With. They Hate One Another, And Content Themselves With That.

Whenever They Get A Chance, Never Fear, People Make You Waste Hours And Months ... They Use You As A Wall To Bounce Their Bullshit Off Of ... Blah! And Blah! And Blahblahblah! ... You Put Up With It For An Hour, You'll Need Two Weeks To Recover ... Blah! Blah!

The More One Is Hated, I Find, The Happier One Is.

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

One Can't Relive One's Life. Forgiveness Is Not What's Difficult; One's Always Too Ready To Forgive. And It Does No Good, That's Obvious.