People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.
Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels.
What they could do with 'round here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.
What a miserable thing life is: you're in clover; only the clover isn't good enough.
Would it not be simpler If the Government dissolved the people and elected another?
I don't like where I'm going and I don't like where I've been. Why am I in a hurry?