Food For Thought Is No

You Got To Be Yourself, You Got To Discard All The Bull And Get You Across ... And Get What You Have To Say Across.

A Parade Is The Worst Form Of Transportation Known To Man.

When We Become Negative And Ungrateful, It Is Important To Remember... We Have Met The Enemy; And He Is Us.

A Lump In The Throat Is Worth Two On The Head.

There Is No Need To Sally Forth, For It Remains True That Those Things Which Make Us Human Are, Curiously Enough, Always Close At Hand. Resolve, Then, That On This Very Ground, With Small Flags Waving And Tiny Blasts On Tiny Trumpets, We Shall Meet The Enemy, And Not Only May He Be Ours, He May Be Us.