There Is A Very Prevalent Tenet With

You Ever Hear Guys With Small Cocks Talk About Sex? Can't Talk About It Enough. They Even Got Poems. They'll Say, 'it's Not The Motion Of The Ocean, It's The Boat Of The Lotion.' I've Even Heard Variants..., It's Not The Tree Or The Size, It's The Axe That You Wax.' It's A Whole Sub-genre Of Poetry Now That's Taught In Many Of Our Finer Institutions.

Happiness Is Less Regulated By External Circumstances Than Inward Enjoyment. Whoever Is Happy In The Satisfaction Of Himself Feels Imperturbable Felicity; But He, Who Trusts Entirely To The World For The Disposition Of His Peace, Must Inevitably Participate [in] Many Privations And Disappointments.

The Praise We Seek For Our Own Virtues Sometimes Tempts Us To Flatter The Imperfections Of Other Men.

Last Christmas, I Got The Worst Gift A Guy Ever Gave Me. He Gave Me A Lottery Ticket... What's The Guy Even Thinking There. Here You Go... Nothing! Merry Christmas! It's Nothing!

Love Is An Artful Arrangement Of Artless Pretensions, Whereby We Labor To Appear Innocent In What We Desire To Be Most Cunning.