History, Sir, Will Tell Lies As Usual.

A Native American Elder Once Described His Own Inner Struggles In This Manner: Inside Of Me There Are Two Dogs. One Of The Dogs Is Mean And Evil. The Other Dog Is Good. The Mean Dog Fights The Good Dog All The Time. When Asked Which Dog Wins, He Reflected For A Moment And Replied, The One I Feed The Most.

An Asylum For The Sane Would Be Empty In America.

Love Is A Gross Exaggeration Of The Difference Between One Person And Everybody Else.

The Truth Sticks In Our Throats With All The Sauces It Is Served With: It Will Never Go Down Until We Take It Without Any Sauce At All.

Get Out Of My Way; For I Won't Stop For You.