Poetry Is One Of The Few Nasty

Descartes' Immortal Conclusion Cogito Ergo Sum Was Recently Subjected To Destruction Testing By A Group Of Graduate Researchers At Princeton Led By Professors Montjuic And Lauterbrunnen, And Now Reads, In The Shorter Harvard Orthodoxy: (a) I Think, Therefore I Am; Or (b) Perhaps I Thought, Therefore I Was; But (c) These Days, I Tend To Leave That Side Of Things To My Wife.

At Any Given Time, Ninety-nine-point-nine-five Per Cent Of The Human Race Are A Confounded Nuisance

Human Beings Can Get Used To Virtually Anything, Given Plenty Of Time And No Choice In The Matter Whatsoever.

Genies Rarely Have Nightmares, For The Same Reason That Elephants Don't Usually Worry About Being Trampled Underfoot. With The Possible Exception Of Bottles, There's Nothing In The Cosmos Large Enough Or Malicious Enough To Frighten Them, Or Stupid Enough To Try.

Poetry Is One Of The Few Nasty Childhood Habits I've Managed To Grow Out Of