God Is A Sound People Make When

Opera: I Like It, Except For All Those Howling Sopranos And Caterwauling Tenors. (why Can't Tenors Sing Like Men?)

Once Upon A Time, I Dreamed Of Becoming A Great Man. Later, A Good Man. Now, Finally, I Find It Difficult Enough And Honor Enough To Be -- A Man.

A Critic Is To An Author As A Fungus To An Oak.

The World Of Employer And Employee, Like That Of Master And Slave, Debases Both.

Orthodoxy Is A Relaxation Of The Mind Accompanied By A Stiffening Of The Heart.