By the age of forty, a man is responsible for his face. And his fate.

So I write mainly for the fun of it, the hell of it, the duty of it. I enjoy writing and will probably be a scribbler on my dying day, sprawled on some stony trail halfway between two dry waterholes.

One thing more dangerous than getting between a grizzly sow and her cub is getting between a businessman and a dollar bill.

Life is cruel? Compared to what?

Why is it that the destruction of something created by humans is called vandalism, yet the destruction of something created by God is called development?

Most of the literary classics are worth reading, if you've nothing better to do.

Through logic and inference we can prove anything. Therefore, logic and inference, in contrast to ordinary daily living experience, are secondary instruments of knowledge. Probably tertiary.