Not the mansion or Rolls Royce that some of you are sporting, but it's home to me.
Your house looks nice enough to me, Thomas; it's certainly no farther from being a mansion than mine. And your mighty Dodge is three years newer than my somewhat less mighty Ford Ranger.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.