Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

If we can be Glad .........But we choose to be Sad, we are MAD! ! !- RVM

And when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him.

Every man's happiness is his own responsibility.

It's infrequent that people are rail thin yet have high blood pressure.

What is is what must be.

You all have to make a new Pakistan. Naya Pakistan is not a slogan - it's a belief.

The First Month of the Buhari Presidency has been far, far from inspiring

I hate to keep repeating my mantra, but, boy, there are things happening that we did not expect to happen in any way, shape, manner, or form.

I now want to be a photographer of my time, and our common culture.

You can do a lot more with weapons and politeness than just politeness.