FridayMay 27, 2016
The rich man has his motorcar, His country and his town estate, He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at Fate. He frivols through the livelong day, He knows not Poverty, her pinch. His lot seems light, his heart seems gay; He has a cinch. Yet though my lamp burns low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would!
Franklin Pierce Adams
It doesn't work to leap a twenty-foot chasm in two ten-foot jumps.
If there is something else you Would rather be doing What you are doing now Is committing a crime, Sir!