The hare of history once more overtakes the tortoise of art.
We're terrible animals. I think that the Earth's immune system is trying to get rid of us, as well it should.
In real life as in grand opera, arias only make hopeless situations worse.
Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we die.
Beer, of course, is actually a depressant, but poor people will never stop hoping otherwise.
Laughter or crying is what a human being does when there's nothing else he can do.