A critic is a man who creates nothing and thereby feels qualified to judge the work of creative men. There is logic in this; he is unbiased, he hates all creative people equally.

The killer looked up as the bullet hit him. He looked as if he were puzzled by some strange occurence, being too freshly dead to be aware of it.

Logic is a feeble reed, friend.

A woman is not property, and husbands who think otherwise are living in a dreamworld.

Don't explain computers to laymen. Simpler to explain sex to a virgin.

Liberty is never unalienable, it must be redeemed regularly with the blood of patriots or it always vanishes.

Men are more sentimental than women. It blurs their thinking.