I feel magnificent, wonderful. I think we're in for great things.

It was wonderful; it was magnificent; it was beautiful.

I have known great things and wonderful persons, and I have known homage.

Anything that we think is incredible and beautiful and wonderful, we ascribe to something that we don't know what it is.

Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.

I think we all feel geeky at times, don't we? Isn't that all a part of the wonderful tapestry of life?