The Prison Is The State Writ Small.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

The Puritan Sours His Pleasures By Disguising Them As Duties.

Learned Researches Lead To Headaches, Constipation, And Befuddled Quarreling.

To Jane Austen, Every Fool Is A Treasure Trove.

I Am Skeptical In Principle, Gullible In Practice.