Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.

I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous month of May when all the birds were singing, then did I reveal to her my yearning and longing.

Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.

Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs.

God will forgive me. It's his job.