I disapprove of people who moot things. - C. J. Dennis

Livin' an' lovin'; learnin' to fergive The deeds an' words of some un'appy bloke
Who's missed the bus—so 'ave I come to live, An' take the 'ole mad world as 'arf a joke.

Someone has said
From the day we draw breath
Until life be sped
Two things are certain:
Taxes and death.
From the rise of the curtain,
On life's dreary round,
As hope wanes or waxes,
Man ever found
Two things are certain:
Taxes and death—
Especially taxes.

I sometimes think stone is too precious truly, Bronze far too permanent for human clods
Whom men rush in to celebrate unduly: Immortal stuff is for immortal gods
Carved by great artists. Let the celebration Of men be in such stuff as may be pulped;
Reserve the rock for glorious inspiration: Venus to pose, to sculpt.