Nothing Looks As Self-satisfied As A Contented

Martyrdom Is Often The Result Of Excessive Gullibility.

A Church Ought To Express The Joy Of Religion As Well As Its Majesty.

In The Silence I Heard Bastet, Who Had Retreated Under The Bed, Carrying On A Mumbling, Profane Monologue. (if You Ask How I Knew It Was Profane, I Presume You Have Never Owned A Cat.)

It Is Much More Sensible To Be An Optimist Instead Of A Pessimist, For If One Is Doomed To Disappointment, Why Experience It In Advance?

The Trouble With Unknown Enemies Is That They Are So Difficult To Identify.