Cleanliness is the scourge of art.

Like many men, I am highly skilled in the art of losing things but prefer to outsource the recovery process.

My life is a monument to procrastination, to the art of putting things off until later, or much later, or possibly never.

For cleanness of body was ever esteemed to proceed from a due reverence to God, to society, and to ourselves.

Its only when you Clean your doorstep that you have the right to criticize your friends for not visiting

Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch, Till the white-wing'd reapers come.