Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.

When I hear the word 'culture', I reach for my checkbook.

Critics are like ticks on a dog or tits on a motor: ornamental but dysfunctional.

Congress is always willing to appropriate money for more and bigger paved roads, anywhere -- particularly if they form loops.

The ever-rising cost of living: Someday soon, the corporate technicians will be locking meters on our noses and charging us a royalty on the air we breathe.

Whenever I read _Time_ or _Newsweek_ or such magazines, I wash my hands afterward. But how to wash off the small but odious stain such reading leaves on the mind?

Might does not make right but it sure makes what is.