Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

I've Gone Back In Time To When Dinosaurs Weren't Just Confined To Zoos.

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.