All of this has been a religious experience: a living hell.

Bury the blue devils (contemporary version)

Come fill the bowl, each jolly soul;
Let Bacchus guide our revels;
Join cup to lip, with "hip, hip, hip,"
And bury the blue devils
(the ancient version of above toast)

Everybody in life gets the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summer and the poor in the winter.

Here's a health to poverty; it sticks by us when our friends forsake us.

Here's to thee my honest friend,
Wishing these hard time to mend.

Laugh and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and it gives you the laugh anyway.

Let us make our glasses kiss;
Let us quench the sorrow-ciders.

May poverty always be a day's march behind us.

May the morning of prosperity shine on the evening of adversity.

May the sunshine of comfort dispel the clouds of despair.

May we ever be able to part with our troubles to advantage.

Remember the poor--it costs nothing.

The right time and place is coming for you, don't let it pass.

To the Great Unknown--who is waiting to do us a favor.

Trouble like babies grow larger by nursing.
Worry is rust upon the blade.