Words Are Magical In The Way They

Happiness Is A Hard Master, Particularly Other People's Happiness.

I Dread The Inevitable Acceleration Of American World Domination Which Will Be The Result Of It All...europe Will No Longer Be Europe.

My Fate Cannot Be Mastered; It Can Only Be Collaborated With And Thereby, To Some Extent, Directed. Nor Am I The Captain Of My Soul; I Am Only Its Noisiest Passenger.

Cleanliness Is Next To Fordliness.

No Holiday Is Ever Anything But A Disappointment.