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.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

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

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.