Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store-- He frightened it to the core-- Yet somehow, by Fate's plan, Though he'd lived a crazy man, When he died he was sane once more.

By the streets of 'by and by,' one arrives at the house of 'never'.

Every production must resemble its author.

There's no sauce in the world like hunger.

The eyes those silent tongues of love.

Good painter imitates nature, bad ones spews it up.

Anyone who does not know how to make the most of his luck has no right to complain if it passes by him.