If you are really Master of your Fate, it shouldn't make any difference to you whether Cleopatra or the Bearded Lady is your mate.
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, were it not for making living, which is rather a nouciance.
Every new year is the direct descendant, isn't it, of a long line of proven criminals?
Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.
Man is a victim of dope in the incurable form of hope.
Professional men, they have no cares; whatever happens, they get theirs.