Our Language, Once Homely And Colloquial, Seeks

Once The State Is Looked Upon As The Source Of Rights, Rather Than Their Bound Protector, Freedom Becomes Conditional On The Pleasure Of The State.

Laughter Is The Great Antidote For Self-pity, Maybe A Specific For The Malady, Yet Probably It Does Tend To Dry One's Feelings Out A Little, As If By Exposing Them To A Vigorous Wind.

America Is Indeed A Revelation, Though Not Quite The One That Was Planned. Given A Clean Slate, Man, It Was Hoped, Would Write The Future. Instead, He Has Written His Past.

Every Word She Writes Is A Lie, Including "and" And "the."

As Soon As You Become A Writer, You Lose Contact With Ordinary Experience Or Tend To. ... The Worst Fate Of A Writer Is To Become A Writer.