Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

Boy, Why Are You Crying?

I'm Youth, I'm Joy, I'm A Little Bird That Has Broken Out Of The Egg.

Wise Children Always Choose A Mother Who Was A Shocking Flirt In Her Maiden Days, And So Had Several Offers Before She Accepted Their Fortunate Papa.

Forget Not Your Past, For In The Future It May Help You Grow

May God Blast Anyone Who Writes A Biography Of Me.