Not Until My Middle Thirties Did I

Tennis, Imprisoned Within Fixed Boundaries, A Patch Of An Acre, A Green Rectangle, Tries The Human Soul. A Tennis Court Is Like A Coffin, Only Larger.

Creative People Do Not Belong In The University Because The Process Is Antithetical To The Analytical Process So Necessary For Proper Scholarship.

It Doesn't Matter To Me. We're Still Cousins In Our Own Way. Blood's Just Something Old People Talk About To Make You Feel Bad.

No Animal On The Face Of The Earth Could Conceive Of Taxation. You And I Work Roughly Six Months A Year To Pay Our Local, State And Federal Taxes. If Nothing Else, This Should Convince You That Animals Are Smarter Than People.

No Government Has The Right To Tell Its Citizens When Or Whom To Love