I Hold That Man Is In The

I Go To Scale The Future's Possibilities! Farewell!

The Devil Is Compromise.

A Party Is Like A Sausage Machine, It Grinds Up All Sorts Of Heads Together Into The Same Baloney.

You See, There Are Some People That One Loves, And Others That Perhaps One Would Rather Be With.

Oh Yes, Right—right. What Is The Use Of Having Right On Your Side If You Have Not Got Might?