Nature, like Maimonides said, is mainly a good place to throw beer cans on Sunday afternoons.

Life is hard? True - but let's love it anyhow, though it breaks every bone in our bodies.

No man likes to be smoked out of his hole in February.

Three words remain that can yet stir the blood of man: the word 'rebellion'; the word 'revolt'; the word 'revolution'.

As between the skulking and furtive poacher, who hunts for the sake of meat, and the honest gentleman shooter, who kills for the pleasure of sport, I find the former a higher type of humanity.

Life is cruel? Compared to what?

Humankind will not be free until the last Kremlin commissar is strangled with the entrails of the last Pentagon chief of staff.