I Really Don't Know What Happens Next

The Main Facts In Human Life Are Five: Birth, Food, Sleep, Love And Death.

There Are Occasions When I Would Rather Feel Like A Fly Than A Spider.

Pity Wraps The Student Of The Past In An Ambrosial Cloud, And Washes His Limbs With Eternal Youth.

I Distrust Great Men. They Produce A Desert Of Uniformity Around Them And Often A Pool Of Blood Too, And I Always Feel A Little Man's Pleasure When They Come A Cropper.

English Literature Is A Flying Fish.