“Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.” — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
Memory is a crazy woman who hoards colored rags and throws away food. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
A woman, like a cross-eyed man, looks one way, but goes another--hence her mysteriousness. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share
Religion often gets credit for curing rascals when old age is the real medicine. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share
We must be laid like a brand in the fire ... if we would gain immortal youth. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share
Charity is the only lubricant that keeps the axle of the world creaking. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share
Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share
Some men are like a church-organ -- you can play on them for a lifetime and always find new harmonies; others are like a… — Austin O'Malley Copy Share
