While alive, drink and eat, then drink and eat again; for once dead, you’ll never get the waiter’s eye again.
Fashion is the feminine of duty, and newness, the expedited version of allegiance.
On City terms, most good news has probably been overrated, and bad news surely bum-rapped.
If he were to engage in such foolishness, would a Real Revolutionist erect statues to gods of wants, or of needs?
Beware, the dip sticks of the mind.