But I have swagger and my swagger beats your swaggers and that means that I have more infinity times the awesomnesses and therfore I shall with the 400th page.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
