Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right.
What a miserable thing life is: you're in clover; only the clover isn't good enough.
A person is really dead only when nobody thinks of him anymore.
Only bad generals need heroes.
First the grub, then the morals.
What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?