Cowards Shrink From Toil And Peril, Vulgar

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum In A Tub.

If I Drive Myself To The Brink Of My Ability, Then I Don't Get Stale Or Bored.

It Will All Be Better In The End And If It Is Not Better Then It Must Not Be The End Yet

For Some, The Past Is A Chain, Each Day A Link, Raveling Backward To One Ringbolt Or Another, In One Dark Place Or Another, And Tomorrow Is A Slave To Yesterday.

Nothing Gives Us Courage More Readily Than The Desire To Avoid Looking Like A Damn Fool.