When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
A just and reasonable modesty does not only recommend eloquence but sets off...
That's the trouble with being me. At this point nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like 'Yeah big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'
