This Ain't A War... It's A Goddam

Humanity Has A Strange Fondness For Following Processions. Get Four Men Following A Banner Down The Street, And, If That Banner Is Inscribed With Rhymes Of Pleasant Optimism, In An Hour, All The Town Will Be Afoot, Ready To March To Whatever Tune The Leaders Care To Play.

Git An Eyeful Of Cesspool Alley The Land Of Opportunity.

Talk Is A Pure Art. Its Only Limits Are The Patience Of Listeners Who, When They Get Tired, Can Always Pay For Their Coffee Or Change It With A Friendly Waiter And Walk Out.

Display Advertising And The Movies, Though They May Dull The Wits, Certainly Stimulate The Eyes.

I Never See The Dawn That I Don't Say To Myself Perhaps.