A Friend Married Is A Friend Lost.

The Majority Is Always Wrong; The Minority Is Rarely Right.

A Party Is Like A Sausage Machine, It Grinds Up All Sorts Of Heads Together Into The Same Baloney.

Each Bird Must Sing With His Own Throat.

It's Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That Walks In Us. It's All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Can't Get Rid Of Them.

It’s A Release To Know That In Spite Of Everything A Premeditated Act Of Courage Is Still Possible.