The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.

I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

Good-bye and hello, as always.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

Do you work for the government, any government?” "I pay taxes, which means I work for the government, part of the time. Yes.

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.