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Man must shape his tools lest they shape him.

I couldn't decide between these two photos, so consider yourself honoured to have a two for one Henry beefcake special !

In the intellectual order, the virtue of humility is nothing more nor less than the power of attention.

Is there such a thing as natural modesty?

Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.

You know that part where Tom Cruise is in his undies and dances around to Bob Seger? This is nothing at all like that.

God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.

There's more than a touch of James Dean about Hank here...

Refusal to believe until proof is given is a rational position; denial of all outside of our own limited experience is absurd.

RUN!

Even the smallest dog can lift its leg on the tallest building.

Remember that beach volleyball scene in Top Gun when all the lads stripped down to their undies and frolicked about trickling sweat all over each other? Yeah, well this was nothing like that.

If you never change your mind, why have one?

There is more than a touch of mop top about cranky Hanky here. I think that this photograph recalls a colourised version of A Hard Day’s Night – minus the collarless suit, of course. The question is, however, which of the loveable Liverpudlians is Henry?

It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.

Sand or no sand, Ezra was going to eat that banana down on Opossum Bay!