Edward Fitzgerald

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

I am all for the short and merry life.

Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.

An economist is an expert who will know tomorrow why the things he predicted yesterday didn't happen today.

I'm Bam Margera. And I feel like kicking my dad's butt all day today.

Never let a day pass that you will have cause to say, I will do better tomorrow.