In a democracy, every little wrong idea may grow up to become national policy.
I march to a different drummer, whose location, identity, and musical training haven't yet been established.
Sometimes the best way to be useful is to get out of somebody's way.
Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence.
We owe it to our past futile sacrifices to continue making further futile sacrifices.
Why is the competition always so intense to set new records for maximum stupidity?