Somehow It Seems To Fill My Head

Without A Plan, It Doesn't Matter Which Way You're Going.

'but I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People,' Said Alice. 'oh, You Can't Help That,' Said The Cat. 'we're All Mad Here.'

Can You Row?" The Sheep Asked, Handing Her A Pair Of Knitting-needles As She Spoke. "yes, A Little--but Not On Land--and Not With Needles--" Alice Was Beginning To Say.

Better Say Nothing At All. Language Is Worth A Thousand Pounds A Word!

Where One Is Hopelessly Undecided As To What To Say, There (as Confucius Would Have Said, If They Had Given Him The Opportunity) Silence Is Golden.