What A Fortunate Fellow I

We Have So Much Time And So Little To Do. Strike That, Reverse It.

Mr. Twit Was A Twit. He Was Born A Twit. And, Now At The Age Of Sixty, He Was A Bigger Twit Than Ever.

Homesickness Is A Bit Like Seasickness. You Don't Know How Awful It Is Unti You Get It, And When You Do, It Hits You Right In The Top Of The Stomach And You Want To Die.

There Is No Place I Know That Compares To Pure Imagination.

Two Rights Don't Equal A Left.