Keep Your Head When All About You

All The Money In The World Is No Use To A Man Or His Country If He Spends It As Fast As He Makes It. All He Has Left Is His Bills And The Reputation For Being A Fool.

The Three In One, The One In Three? Not So! To My Own Gods I Go. It May Be They Shall Give Me Greater Ease Than Your Cold Christ And Tangled Trinities.

There Are Gems Of Wondrous Brightness Ofttimes Lying At Our Feet, And We Pass Them, Walking Thoughtless, Down The Busy, Crowded Street. If We Knew, Our Pace Would Slacken, We Would Step More Oft With Care, Lest Our Careless Feet Be Treading To The Earth Some Jewel Rare.

All The People Like Us Are We, And Everyone Else Is They.

Our Loves Are Not Given, But Only Lent, At Compound Interest Of Cent Per Cent.