The rich man has his motor car, His country and his town estate He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at fate. Yet though my lamp burn low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood, Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would! – Franklin Pierce Adams
And Im walking along and were laughing, kidding, joking, and see he understood the leader, the one we called the leader, had some knowledge of English, although limited. – Betty Hill
Tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities will always be the favorite beverage of the intellectual. – Thomas De Quincey
