Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors... and miss.

The first principle of freedom is the right to go to hell in your own handbasket.

No matter where or what, there are makers, takers, and fakers.

People simplify 'Apollonian' into 'mild', and 'calm', and 'cool'. But 'Apollonian' and 'Dionysian' are two sides of one coin--a nun kneeling in her cell, holding perfectly still, can be in ecstacy more frenzied than any priestess of Pan Priapus celebrating the vernal equinox.

One might define adulthood as the age at which a person learns that he must die ...and accepts his sentence undismayed.

There are a dozen different ways of delivering destruction in impersonal wholesale, via ships or missiles of one sort or another, catastrophes so widespread, so unselective that the war is over because that nation or planet has ceased to exist. What we do is entirely different. We make war as personal as a punch in the nose. We can be selective, applying precisely the required amount of pressure at the specified point at a designated time. We've never been told to go down and kill or capture all left-handed redheads in a particular area, but if they tell us to, we can. We will.

Damnit! Nationalism should stop at the stratosphere!