The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From

To A Haughty Belly, Kindness Is Hard To Swallow And Harder To Digest.

I Did Not Just Fall In Love. I Made A Parachute Jump.

Research Is Formalized Curiosity. It Is Poking And Prying With A Purpose. It Is A Seeking That He Who Wishes May Know The Cosmic Secrets Of The World And They That Dwell Therein.

Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice, Or Pot-likker, Of Human Living.

All My Skinfolk Ain't Kinfolk.