If There Is A Special Hades For

In Certain Savage Tribes In New Guinea, They Put The Old People Up In The Trees And Shake Them Once A Year In The Spring; If They Don't Fall Out They Let Them Live Another Year.

It's Almost Worth Having Been In The Army For The Joy Your Freedom Gives You

When The Typewriter Stops In A New York Office Everybody's Embarrassed; Men Start To Quarrel Or To Make Love To The Stenographer Or Drop Lighted Cigarettes In The Wastebasket.

Individuality Is Freedom Lived.

The People Of This Country Are Too Tolerant. There's No Other Country In The World Where They'd Allow It... After All We Built Up This Country And Then We Allow A Lot Of Foreigners, The Scum Of Europe, The Offscourings Of Polish Ghettos To Come And Run It For Us.