The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it.

Whatever is not nailed down is mine. Whatever I can pry up is not nailed down.

The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.

The mome rath isn't born that could outgrabe me.

He who knows, does not speak. He who speaks, does not know.

Yet creeds mean very little, Coth answered the dark god, still speaking almost gently. The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true.

We should have a Vollyballocracy. We elect a six-pack of presidents. Each one serves until they screw up, at which point they rotate.

She is not refined. She is not unrefined. She keeps a parrot.

The human instinct to censor thrives, as it always will, living in irrepressible conflict with the human instinct to speak. Outrage, self-righteousness, and paranoia feed the maw of censorship. Squelching speech, however, never reduces society's net

If the ends don't justify the means, then what does?

Crime does not pay ... as well as politics.

San Francisco isn't what it used to be, and it never was.

Politics is the ability to foretell what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month and next year. And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn't happen.

Vice-President Hubert Humphrey's loquacity is legendary, and Barry Goldwater notes that "Hubert has been clocked at 275 words a minute with gusts up to 340." On the campaign trail during 1964, Republican nominee Barry Goldwater stated, "The imme

Don't get mad, get even.

Would that my hand were as swift as my tongue.