The Jumbo Jet Is The Airborne Equivalent

A Day Cannot Live In Infamy Without The Nourishment Of Rage. Let's Have Rage.

Over The Years, He [everett Dirksen] Developed A Style Of Infinitely Subtle Fustian, Whose Effect Can Still Be Remotely Approximated By Sipping Twelve-year-old Bourbon, Straight, While Reading Dickens Aloud, In A Sort Of Sepulchral Purr.

The Busybodies Have Begun To Infect American Society With A Nasty Intolerance - A Zeal To Police The Private Lives Of Others And Hammer Them Into Standard Forms - A Nation Of Finger Pointers.

Never Forget The Power Of Silence, That Massively Disconcerting Pause Which Goes On And On And May Last Induce An Opponent To Babble And Backtrack Nervously.

Everywhere You Hang Your Hat Is Home. Home Is The Bright Cave Under The Hat.