A man in a bar sees a friend at a table, drinking by himself. Approaching the friend he comments, "You look terrible. What's the problem?" "My mother died in August," he said, "and left me...

I will give these money to the man who exeunts.

We should make full use of our time like this.

Loving your dear is very dear.

Whoever said money doesn't buy you love and happiness¡­ never had any.