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

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.

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

Keep a goverment poor and weak and it's your servant; when it is rich and powerful it becomes your master.

Take a drink because you pity yourself, and then the drink pities you and has a drink, and then two good drinks get together and that calls for drinks all around.

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

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!