Tell Me How Much A Nation Knows

Written By A Sponge Dipped In Warm Milk And Sprinkled With Sugar.

A Carbonated Wine Foisted Upon Americans (who Else Would Drink It?) By Winery Ad Agencies As A Way Of Getting Rid Of Inferior Champagne By Mixing It With Inferior Burgundy.

At The Next Vacancy For God, If I Am Elected, I Shall Forgive Last The Delicately Wounded Who, Having Been Slugged No Harder Than Anyone Else, Never Got Up Again, Neither To Fight Back, Nor To Finger Their Jaws In Painful Admiration.

Nothing Goes Further Toward A Man's Liberation Than The Act Of Surviving His Need For Character.

A Savage Is Simply A Human Organism That Has Not Received Enough News From The Human Race.