Draft Beer, Not People.

You Don't Need A Weatherman To Know Which Way The Wind Blows.

You I Am Sure Will Forgive Me For Sincerely Remarking That You Might Curb Your Magnanimity And Be More Of An Artist, And 'load Every Rift' Of Your Subject With Ore.

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

Anybody Can Be Specific And Obvious. That's Always Been The Easy Way. It's Not That It's So Difficult To Be Unspecific And Less Obvious; It's Just That There's Nothing, Absolutely Nothing, To Be Specific And Obvious About.