To Be A Christian Is To Obey

The Dog Is The God Of Frolic.

Don't Look Where You Fall, But Where You Slipped.

The Pie Should Be Eaten "while It Is Yet Florescent, White Or Creamy Yellow, With The Merest Drip Of Candied Juice Along The Edges, (as If The Flavor Were So Good To Itself That Its Own Lips Watered!) Of A Mild And Modest Warmth, The Sugar Suggesting Jelly, Yet Not Jellied, The Morsels Of Apple Neither Dissolved Nor Yet In Original Substance, But Hanging As It Were In A Trance Between The Spirit And The Flesh Of Applehood...then, O Blessed Man, Favored By All The Divinities! Eat, Give Thanks, And Go Forth, 'in Apple-pie Order!'"

The Last Person One Wants To Be Is Themselves. Sadly, That Is The Best Person To Be.

Many A Man Has Been Dined Out Of His Religion, And His Politics, And His Manhood, Almost.