These are the saddest of possible words, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Trio of Bear Cubs fleeter than birds, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double, Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. This brief poem, immortalized the Chicago Cubs' double-play combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, second baseman Johnny Evers, and first baseman Frank Chance.

As we see censorship it is a stupid giant traffic policeman answering "Yes" to "Am I my brother's copper?" He guards a one-way street and his semaphore has four signs, all marked "stop.

And of all glad words of prose or rhyme, The gladdest are Act while there yet is time

Conscience: A small, still voice that makes minority reports.

I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.

Seeing ourselves as others see us would probably confirm our worst suspicions about them.

Chaos breeds life, while order breeds success.