Nobody Has So Many Friends That He

It's True: Every Time You Kill An Elk, You're Saving Some Cow's Life.

Anyone Not Paranoid In This World Must Be Crazy. . . . Speaking Of Paranoia, It's True That I Do Not Know Exactly Who My Enemies Are. But That Of Course Is Exactly Why I'm Paranoid.

Why Do I Write? I Write To Entertain My Friends And To Exasperate Our Enemies. To Unfold The Folded Lie, To Record To Truth Of Our Time, And, Of Course, To Promote Esthetic Bliss.

We Should Restore The Practice Of Dueling. It Might Improve Manners Around Here.

We Spend More Time Working For Our Labor-saving Machines Than They Do Working For Us.