Failure Has Gone To His Head.

The Gent Who Wakes Up And Finds Himself A Success Hasn't Been Asleep.

To My Embarrassment I Was Born In Bed With A Lady.

The Day Which We Fear As Our Last Is But The Bday Of Eternity. - By Senecathe First Hundred Years Are The Hardest.

I've Known Countless People Who Were Reservoirs Of Learning, Yet Never Had A Thought.

What Feeling Is So Nice As A Child's Hand In Yours? So Small, So Soft And Warm, Like A Kitten Huddling In The Shelter Of Your Clasp.