Hungry Man, Reach For The Book: It

A Theater Without Beer Is Just A Museum

Recently My Fingers Have Developed A Prejudice Against Comparatives. They All Follow This Pattern: A Squirrel Is Smaller Than A Tree; A Bird Is More Musical Than A Tree. Each Of Us Is The Strongest One In His Or Her Own Skin. Characteristics Should Take Off Their Hats To One Another, Instead Of Spitting In Each Other's Faces.

Of All The Works Of Man I Like Best Those Which Have Been Used. The Copper Pots With Their Dents And Flattened Edges The Knives And Forks Whose Wooden Handles Have Been Worn Away By Many Hands: Such Forms Seemed To Me The Noblest.

People Who Fight May Lose. People Who Do Not Fight Have Already Lost.

With Drooping Shoulders The Majority Sit Hunched, Their Foreheads Furrowed Like Stony Ground That Has Been Repeatedly Ploughed-up To No Purpose.