I'll Tickle His Catastrophe.

Mistakes Are The Portals Of Discovery.

A Man's Errors Are His Portals Of Discovery.

The Pleasures Of Love Lasts But A Fleeting But The Pledges Of Life Outlusts A Lieftime.

Shakespeare Is The Happy Hunting Ground Of All Minds That Have Lost Their Balance.

What Kind Of Liberation Would That Be To Forsake An Absurdity Which Is Logical And Coherent And To Embrace One Which Is Illogical And Incoherent?