God Is Not Dead-he Is Merely Unemployed.

Food For Thought Is No Substitute For The Real Thing.

We Have Met The Enemy And He Is Us.

If I Could Only Write, I'd Write A Nasty Letter To The Mayor, If He Could Only Read.

Too Soon We Breast The Tape And Too Late We Realize The Fun Lay In The Running. We Deny That The End Justifies The Means Without Ever Stopping To Consider That For Practical Purposes The End And The Means Are One And The Same Thing. If There Is To Be Any Satisfaction In Life It Must Come In Transit, For Who Can Tell When He Will Be Struck Down In Mid-method?

Twenty Percent Of Zero Is Better Than Nothing.