The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it is.

It is all very well to be able to write books, but can you waggle your ears?

Two is the beginning of the end.

I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.