I must not mix champage, whiskey, and gin. (Repeated fifty times to fill column.)

My hates have always occupied my mind much more actively and have given greater spiritual satisfactions than my friendships.

Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?

It is hereby earnestly proposed that the USA would be much better off if that big, sprawling, incoherent, shapeless, slobbering civic idiot in the family of American communities, the City of Los Angeles, could be declared incompetent and placed in charge of a guardian like any individual mental defective.

Did I say "republic?" By God, yes, I said "republic!" Long live the glorious republic of the United States of America. Damn democracy. It is a fraudulent term used, often by ignorant persons but no less often by intellectual fakers, to describe an infamous mixture of socialism, graft, confiscation of property and denial of personal rights to individuals whose virtuous principles make them offensive.

Golf is the most useless outdoor game ever devised to waste the time and try the spirit of man.

I must not mix champage, whiskey, and gin. (Repeated fifty times to fill column.)