When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the right track.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

Rather than waste precious time arguing, I went up and started serving my "sentence" without delay. It was usually about an hour for epigrams; somewhat longer for a paradox.

A politician is a man who can be verbose in fewer words than anyone else.

When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the right track.

We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.

There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.