“No defeat, no surrenderAin't no pockets in a shroudThere is nothing so sure in life as death and taxes”

“They say that nothing is certain but death and taxes, and I already screwed one of those up, so I better pay my taxes....”

“There's a gentle sigh which descends like billowing silk upon the soul that accepts its coming death. It's a gentle pocket of air in the turbulence of everyday life... the silk settles around you as if it has been drifting towards the earth forever and has finally found it's target. The flag of defeat has been mercifully dropped and, in this action, the loss is not so bad. Defeat itself is defeated by the embrace of defeat, and death is swallowed up in victory.”

“...but in this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”

“Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.”

“There are three certainties in a writer's life: death, taxes, and rejection letters.”