In the dog-eat-dog economy, the Doberman is boss.

Nothing can excel a few days in jail for giving a young man or woman a quick education in the basis of industrial society.

Generally speaking, it's a matter of only mild intellectual interest to me whether the earth goes around the sun or the sun goes around the earth. In fact, I don't care a rat's ass either way.

I intend to be good for the rest of my natural life -- if I live that long.

Is the Archbishop's blessing any more meaningful than the Politician's handshake? The come, they go, with bigger things than us on their minds.

Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.

Freedom begins between the ears.