An indoor man eats nothing, except that which is prepared and served by his mother with lots of insults, an outdoor man eats that which he buys, prepares, served and eaten with lots of respect.

For marriage is like life in this—that it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses.

…and here is a bed of roses for the great king now beyond us and our petty little world.

To each his own.

Don’t wait for people to dress your bed for you, do it yourself and you’ll be glad to sleep and feel relaxed.