Reading Was The Only Amusement I Allowed

A Full Belly Brings Forth Every Evil.

Death Is A Fisherman, The World We See His Fish-pond Is, And We The Fishes Be; His Net Some General Sickness; Howe'er He Is Not So Kind As Other Fishers Be; For If They Take One Of The Smaller Fry, They Throw Him In Again, He Shall Not Die: But Death Is Sure To Kill All He Can Get, And All Is Fish With Him That Comes To Net.

Without Continual Growth And Progress, Such Words As Improvement, Achievement, And Success Have No Meaning.

I Have Met The Enemy, And It Is The Eyes Of Other People.

I Didn't Fail The Test, I Just Found 100 Ways To Do It Wrong.