A Man Is Never More His Single

Remember That It's Never A Crime In The Face Of Humanity And Enlightenment To Distribute The Works Of The Great Humanists Among The Merchants And Moneychangers Of This Godforsaken Country... You Better Slip Me The Dough.

The Gospel Of The Army Is Cunning, As Of All Other Human Activities. The Wisdom Of The Snake Under The Meekness Of The Sheep Is What Wins Out. The First Commandment Is--never Let Them Get Anything On You-- The Second: Graft--get Privileges Others Haven't Got--worm Yourself Into Confidence The Third--seem Neat And Prosperous--as If You Had Money In The Bank

Great Works Of The Imagination Are Not Produced Quickly Nor Do They Take Quick Effect On The Popular Mind.

Eh Bien You Like This Sacred Pig Of A Country?" Asked Marco. "why Not? I Like It Anywhere. It's All The Same, In France You Are Paid Badly And Live Well; Here You Are Paid Well And Live Badly.

Man Seems To Be An Animal Whose Capacity For Lies Is Only Equalled By His Credulity; It Does No Good To Let Battalions Of Cats Outof Bags, To Produce Whole Harems Of Naked Facts, People Eat The Same Three Meals Daily Deception, And Are Always Ready To Turn With Fury Upon The Purveyors Of Bagless Cats And Facts Undraped. Probably Their Instinct Is Wise. Who Knows?