Base Eight Is Just Like Base Ten

I Find Enough Mystery In Mathematics To Satisfy My Spiritual Needs. I Think, For Example, That Pi Is Mysterious Enough (don't Get Me Started!) Without Having To Worry About God. Or If Pi Isn't Enough, How About Fractals? Or Quantum Mechanics?

Political Satire Became Obsolete When They Awarded Henry Kissinger The Nobel Peace Prize.

Plagiarize! Plagiarize, Let No One Else's Work Evade Your Eyes, Remember Why The Good Lord Made Your Eyes, So Don't Shade Your Eyes, But Plagiarize, Plagiarize, Plagiarize... Only Be Sure Always To Call It Please "research".

I Ache For The Touch Of Your Lips Dear, But Much More For The Touch Of Your Whips Dear.

On Christmas Day You Can't Get Sore, Your Fellow Man You Must Adore. There's Time To Cheat Him All The More The Other Three Hundred And Sixty-four