If you are really Master of your Fate, it shouldn't make any difference to you whether Cleopatra or the Bearded Lady is your mate.
No man is greater than his respect for sleep.
To love is an active verb.
To Tom Carlson or his dog-depending on whose taste it best suits.
One thing about the past. It's likely to last.
Every new year is the direct descendant, isn't it, of a long line of proven criminals?