Truth Is An All-freeing Mechanism.

If A Person Thinks He Can Be Happy Without Making Those Around Him Happy, He's Crazy.

The Wise Man Tests Before He Talks. The Critic But Follows The Fad Of A Cynical And Apathetic Age.

Actually, Have You Ever Noticed How A Negro, In Particular Down South, Where They're Pretty Close To The Soil, Personifies Mest? The Gatepost And The Wagon And The Whip And Anything Around There-a Hat. They Talk To Them, You Know. "what'sa Mattuh Wi' You Hat?" They Imbue Them With Personality.

Well I Don't Know That I'm Okay Any More Than Anyone Else Is Okay, I Lead A Happy Life And A Very Full One - I Have A Happy Marriage And My Kids Are All Cheerful, And No One Is Finding Fault With Me, Personally.

When You Move Off A Point Of Power, Pay All Your Obligations On The Nail, Empower All Your Friends Completely And Move Off With Your Pockets Full Of Artillery, Potential Blackmail On Every Erstwhile Rival, Unlimited Funds In Your Private Account And The Addresses Of Experienced Assassins And Go Live In Bulgravia And Bribe The Police.