Strangers Are What Friends Are Made Of.

After Our Ages-long Journey From Savagery To Civility, Let's Hope We Haven't Bought A Round-trip Ticket.

A Figment Of The Imagination Is Just A Harmless Illusion - Unless You Are Victim Of It.

Sometimes We Deny Being Worthy Of Praise, Hoping To Generate An Argument We Would Be Pleased To Lose.

Strangers Are What Friends Are Made Of.

The Gratification Of A Thoughtless Pleasure Soon Evaporates; The Pleasure Of A Gratifying Thought Never Ends.