More History Is Made By Secret Handshakes

Nobody Knew How To Be What They Were Right.

Though Life's Tuition Is Always Ruinous, Inexorably We Learn.

He Wishes He Had Never Entered The Funhouse. But He Has. Then He Wishes He Were Dead. But He's Not. Therefore He Will Construct Funhouses For Others And Be Their Secret Operator -- Though He Would Rather Be Among The Lovers For Whom Funhouses Are Designed.

Tis E'er The Wont Of Simple Folk To Prize The Deed And O'erlook The Motive, And Of Learned Folk To Discount The Deed And Lay Open The Soul Of The Doer.

The Horror Of Our History Has Purged Me Of Opinions.