We Build Dwellings And Thereafter They Build

If The Present Tries To Sit In Judgment Of The Past, It Will Lose The Future.

Praise The Humanities, My Boy. That'll Make Them Think You're Broadminded!

Well, Dinner Would Have Been Splendid... If The Wine Had Been As Cold As The Soup, The Beef As Rare As The Service, The Brandy As Old As The Fish, And The Maid As Willing As The Duchess.

Now This Is Not The End. It Is Not Even The Beginning Of The End. But It Is, Perhaps, The End Of The Beginning.

Time And The Ocean And Some Guiding Star And High Cabal Have Made Us What We Are.