āI'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.ā
āMy father was a small claims court jester.ā
āThe severity of the itch is proportional to the reach.ā
āIf a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?ā
āI have a fax machine with "fax waiting".ā
āI remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.'ā
āMy endeavorsHave ever come too short of my desires.Yet filed with my abilities.ā
āI have thrust myself into this maze,Haply to wive and thrive as best I may.ā
āAmbition's debt is paid.ā