Let Us Set Up A Standard Around

I Am Certainly Not One Of Those Who Need To Be Prodded. In Fact, If Anything, I Am The Prod.

I Was Happy As A Child With My Toys In My Nursery. I Been Happier Every Year Since I Became A Man. But This Interlude Of School Makes A Somber Grey Patch Upon The Chart Of My Journey. It Was A Unending Spell Of Worries That Did Not Then Seem Petty, And Of Toil Uncheered By Fruition; A Time Of Discomfort, Restriction And Purposeless Monotony.

The People Of Asia Were Slaves, Because They Had Not Learned How To Pronounce The Word 'no'.

I Am Sure That The Mistakes Of That Time Will Not Be Repeated; We Should Probably Make Another Set Of Mistakes.

Happy Are The Painters, For They Shall Not Be Lonely.