A Parade Is The Worst Form Of

There Is No Need To Sally Forth, For It Remains True That Those Things Which Make Us Human Are, Curiously Enough, Always Close At Hand. Resolve, Then, That On This Very Ground, With Small Flags Waving And Tiny Blasts On Tiny Trumpets, We Shall Meet The Enemy, And Not Only May He Be Ours, He May Be Us.

Looking Back On Things, The View Always Improves.

Don't Take Life So Serious. It Ain't No-hows Permanent.

Now Is The Time For All Good Men To Come To.

Women Aren't As Mere As They Used To Be.