We Don't Deliberately Set Out To Offend.

A Murderer Is Only An Extroverted Suicide.

What Is Your Name? What Is Your Quest? And What Is Your Favorite Color?

One Thing For Sure - A Sheep Is Not A Creature Of The Air.

I Mean, If I Went 'round Saying I Was An Emperor, Just Because Some Moistened Bint Had Lobbed A Scimitar At Me, They'd Put Me Away!

You Know, There Are Many People In The Country Today Who, Through No Fault Of Their Own, Are Sane. Some Of Them Were Born Sane. Some Of Them Became Sane Later In Their Lives.