A good debater is not necessarily an effective vote-getter: you can find a hole in your opponent's argument through which you could drive a coach and four ringing jingle bells all the way, and thrill at the crystallization of a truth wrung out from a bloody dialogue - which, however, may warm only you and your muse, while the smiling paralogist has in the meantime made votes by the tens of thousands.

The more complicated and powerful the job, the more rudimentary the preparation for it.

When it is not possible to reason with holy warriors, it is necessary to immobilize them or crush them.

...following Mrs. Roosevelt in search of irrationality was like following a burning fuse in search of an explosive.

The police can't use clubs or gas or dogs. I suppose they will have to use poison ivy.

I catch fire and find the reserves of courage and assertiveness to speak up. When that happens I get quite carried away. My blood gets hot my brow wet I become unbearably and unconscionably sarcastic and bellicose I am girded for a total showdown.

Why does baloney avoid the grinder?