The Day Nothing Turns You On -

A Gun In The Hand Is Worth Any Number Being Tested.

Several Weeks Of Summer Vacation In The Thirties I Spent Working At $15 A Week In The Forbes Office.... I Worked In The Mail Cage, Where Envelopes Were Slit And Subscription Payments Extracted. Dad Used To Come Pounding Down The Office Aisle And Pause Long Enough To Ask, How Much Today? Inevitably The Answer Was Inadequate-except Once. That Day The Controller Said Excitedly, Mr. Forbes, The Ledger Shows A Slight Profit This Month! ... My Father Turned To Him And Said, Young Man, I Don't Give A Damn What Your Books Show. Do We Have Any Money In The Bank?

How In Heck Are They Handling Their Surplus Population In Hell These Days? Maybe By The Time You And I Are In The Queue There Won't Be Room For Us.

The Ultimate High: A Man's Abilities Equaling His Opinion Of'em.

By The Time We've Made It, We've Had It.