A firm rule must be imposed upon our nation before it destroys itself. The United States needs some theology and geometry, some taste and decency. I suspect that we are teetering on the edge of the abyss.

This liberal doxy must be impaled upon the member of a particularly large stallion.

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

The human desire for food and sex is relatively equal. If there are armed rapes, why should there not be armed hot dog thefts?

Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale.

Oh, Fortuna, you capricious sprite!

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?