The words rang so true: What is good about goodbye? What is fair about farewell?

I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts.

Don't call yourself happy until you are propped up dead in dry shoes and socks.

He who catcheth joy as it flies Learns to live in eternity's sunrise But he who doth bend to himself a joy Doth the winged life destroy.

He who lives on hope will die f****

If your horse dies, we suggest you dismount.

The passions of the young are the vices of the old.

We were hiring people to read reports of the people who had been hired to write reports.

There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore looking like an idiot.

Ca ne sert a rien de tirer sur une ambulance.

No matter what anyone says, what the excuse or explanation, whatever a person does in the end is what he intended to do all along.

Out of the crooked timber of humanity No straight thing was ever made.

People who are born round don't die square.

There is no man so dangerous as a disillusioned idealist.

Three can keep a secret if two are dead.

What lies behind us, and what lies before us Are tiny matters compared with what lies within us.

Good Better Best Never let it rest Until your good is better and your better best.

In the middle of the desert, an oasis. In the middle of a sentence, a verb. In an ocean of conformity, an island of rebellion.

The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly fine.

Savour kindness, because cruelty is always possible later.

A leader tells people not where they want to go, but where they ought to go.

On ne regne sur les ames que par le calme.

One man with courage is a majority.

Pain is the art entering the apprentice.

A rut is only a grave with the ends knocked out.

All things in life are purchased at the price of experience.

As you ramble on through life, brother Whatever be your goal Keep your eye upon the doughnut And not upon the hole.

Did you know that IF are the two middle letters in LIFE?

I long for scenes where man has never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my creator God And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below-above the vaulted sky.

I learn in my life you are going very slowly up and can go very fast down.

I'm tired Joey-boy While you're out with the sheep My life is so troubled That I can't get to sleep I would walk myself out But the streets are so dark I shall wait til the morning And walk in the park Cause life is so simple When one is at home And I'm never complaining Where there's work to be done Oh I'm tired Joey-boy Of the makings of men I would like to be cheerful again Ambition will take you and ride you too far And conservatism bring you to boredom once more Sit down by the river and watch the stream flow Recall all the dreams that you once used to know Things you've forgotten that took you away To pastures not greener but meaner Love that is simple is all that I need I've no time for schism or lovers of greed Go up to the mount then Go up to the glen Where silence will touch you And heartbreak will mend.

The heart has reason that reason knows nothing of.

The honey goes when the money goes.

The love we hold back in this life is the pain we carry into the next.

This kiss which ne'er these lips shall pass Endures as proof that dreams may last These lines which keep us both apart Draw boundaries round a yearning heart These feelings mix with cold deceit Sweet fear and longing when we meet This badge of loyalty I wear Protects us both from love unfair This chasm which I'll never cross Prevents us taking gain or loss These stairs will never take me higher Than here - this purgatory of desire.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines Write for example: "The night is shattered and blue stars shiver in the distance. The night wind revolves in the sky and sings Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. / Esta noche puedo escribir los versos mas tristes Escribir por ejemplo: La noche esta estrellada y tiritan azules los astros a la lejos. Puedo escribir los versos m�s tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche est� estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos." El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos m�s tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambi_n me quiso. En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos. La bes_ tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito. Ella me quiso, a veces yo tambi_n la quer�a. C�mo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos. Puedo escribir los versos m�s tristes esta noche. Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido. Oir la noche inmensa, m�s inmensa sin ella. Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el roc�o. Qu_ importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla. La noche esta estrellada y ella no est� conmigo. Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos. Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca. Mi coraz�n la busca, y ella no est� conmigo. La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos �rboles. Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cu�nto la quise. Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su o�do. De otro. Ser� de otro. Como antes de mis besos. Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa, y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.

When the money goes, love flies out the window.

It is necessary to be reasonable in one's madness.

Fient du chien et marc d'argent; Ils seront tout un au jour du jugement. (A dog's t*** and a silver coin will be the same on the judgement day)

If I own a cow, it milks me.

Life is not about addition but multiplication. And if you multiply one hundred expensive things times the zero that's inside of you, you still end up with zero.

Simplify,simplify,simplify.

Memories are our souvenirs from a lifetime of forgetfulness.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

A man's mind is like a fourteen room house. In his bedroom he's with his intelligent wife, in the living room he's on the floor with some bare-***** girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the garden he's growing his tomatoes, and down in the basement he's thinking of ways to blow the whole place up.

So few men have eyes for anything except the profit margin and is the lawn mowed.

You don't get what you deserve. You get what you negotiate.

A man with a briefcase can steal a lot more than a man with a gun.

Money is a good servant or a harsh master.

Money is like sleep. You don't need six hours or seven hours or eight hours. All you need is five minutes more.