We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger.

If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.

Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.

This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.

Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.

Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.