That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.
... the more you love what you do, the harder it is to do it well enough to get by yourself.
I was born serious and I have earned my bread making other people laugh.
If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?
Never one thing and seldom one person can make for a success. It takes a number of them merging into one perfect whole.
I never weep over lost money, for I figure I'd rather go to the poorhouse once than go there every day.