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Men tire themselves in pursuit of rest.

Ezra gives his verdict on the Bruny Island Ferry.

It's a shallow life that doesn't give a person a few scars.

How about that smile?!?!?

I take a simple view of life. It is keep your eyes open and get on with it.

The future dictator?

A person without a sense of humour is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.

You don't think that you look like Beyoncé, Henry?

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Ezra's pre-shorn impression of the wild man of Borneo.

Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

Ezra investigates apples. Invariably he will eat a grub.

A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.

Friendly Beaches, you say?

Sometimes failure isn't an opportunity in disguise, it's just you.

At some point things will be clearer.

How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.

Which hand?

Do everything as in the eye of another.

Close to halfway to Wineglass Bay Beach, Ezra finds time to crack a smile.

You may be normal, darling; but I'd rather be natural.

Strike a pose!

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.

Wombat stew?

There are certain times when public opinion is the worst of all opinions.

That really is some shade of red.

It is a very delicate job to forgive a man, without lowering him in his own estimation, and yours too.

Henry does his best impression of a wombat. On a beach.

Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.

Henry hams it up.

If there is one realm in which it is essential to be sublime, it is in wickedness. You spit on a petty thief, but you can't deny a kind of respect for the great criminal.

That's right. It's me. Whachya gonna do 'bout it?

Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.

Urban grit Henry.

Every man is rich or poor according to the proportion between his desires and his enjoyments.

Does that smile look genuine to you?

A man does not have to be an angel in order to be saint.

Ja Welt, gibt es einen Weihnachtsmann!

There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.

Oops!