The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To

Boy, Everyone Is Stupid Except Me.

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.