Sanity, it would seem, was a dangerously contagious disease.

Only the incompetent wait until the last extremity to use force, and by then, it is usually too late to use anything, even prayer.

English is the product of a Saxon warrior trying to make a date with an Angle bar-maid, and as such is no more legitimate than any of the other products of that conversation.

Apparently, on New Texas, killing a politician was not malum in se, and was mallum prohibitorum only to the extent that what happened to the politician was in excess of what he deserved.

English is the result of Norman men-at-arms attempting to pick up Saxon barmaids and is no more legitimate than any of the other results.

You know, it's quite all right to give the underdog a hand, but only one hand. Keep the other hand on your pistol - or he'll try to eat the one you gave him!

I had a lot of other ideas, now and then, but every time I took a second look at one, it got sick and died.