I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.

My Life Is A Lovely Story, Happy And Full Of Incident.

Then He Rustled His Feathers, Curved His Slender Neck, And Cried Joyfully, From The Depths Of His Heart, 'i Never Dreamed Of Such Happiness As This, While I Was An Ugly Duckling.

To Be Born In A Duck's Nest, In A Farmyard, Is Of No Consequence To A Bird, If It Is Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

Every Man's Life Is A Fairy Tale Written By God's Fingers.