We live in a society in which it is normal to be sick; and sick to be abnormal.
My cousin Elroy spent seven years as an IBM taper staring at THINK signs on the walls before he finally got a good idea: He quit.
Death is every man's final critic. To die well you must live bravely.
Guns don't kill people; people kill people. Of course, people with guns kill more people. But that's only natural. It's hard. But it's fair.
What did Jesus say to the headwaiter at the Last Supper? 'Separate checks, please.'
Critics are like ticks on a dog or tits on a motor: ornamental but dysfunctional.