The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Of All Creatures That Breathe And Move Upon The Earth, Nothing Is Bred That Is Weaker Than Man.

Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From Heaven Proceed The Woes Of Man: Heaven Doom'd The Greeks To Bleed.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

We Cannot All Hope To Combine The Pleasing Qualities Of Good Looks, Brains, And Eloquence.