The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change. These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.

Telling the truth to people who misunderstand you is generally promoting a falsehood, isn't it?

Nothing is so firmly believed as that which we least know.

You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once.

Like, if I'm not for me, then fer shure, like who will be? And if, y'know, if I'm not like fer anyone else, then hey, I mean, what am I? And if not now, like I dunno, maybe like when? And if not Who, then I dunno, maybe like the Rolling Stones?

If the American dream is for Americans only, it will remain our dream and never be our destiny.

Men of lofty genius when they are doing the least work are most active.

The knowledge that makes us cherish innocence makes innocence unattainable.

It was the next morning that the armies of Twodor marched east laden with long lances, sharp swords, and death-dealing hangovers. The thousands were led by Arrowroot, who sat limply in his sidesaddle, nursing a whopper. Goodgulf, Gimlet, and the r

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

"I don't know whether God exists or not, but it makes no difference to me." "It's not like He's passing out free money or anything."

To restore a sense of reality, I think Walt Disney should have a Hardluckland.

Anybody that wants the presidency so much that he'll spend two years organising and campaigning for it is not to be trusted with the office.

The college graduate is presented with a sheepskin to cover his intellectual nakedness.

Small is beautiful.

The Law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich, as well as the poor, to sleep under the bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.

Tip O'Neill is just like Congress; old, fat and out of control.

Modesty is a vastly overrated virtue.

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forego their use.

To think contrary to one's era is heroism. But to speak against it is madness.

I dote on his very absence.