If Swans Weren't Real Myths'd Make Up.

Good Moods’re As Fragile As Eggs...bad Moods’re As Fragile As Bricks.

People B'lief The World Is Built So An Tellin Em It Ain't So Caves The Roofs On Their Heads'n'maybe Yours.

I Pass Through Many Me's In The Course Of My Day, Each One Selfish With His Time. The Lying-in-bed Me And The Enjoying-the-hot-shower Me Are Particularly Selfish. The Late Me Loathes The Pair Of Them.

It's A Small World. It Keeps Recrossing Itself.

Memories Are Their Own Descendents Masquerading As The Ancestors Of The Present.