We Climb Mountains Because They Are There,

The Neurotic Circles Ceaselessly Above A Fogged-in Airport.

We Are Seldom Happy With What We Now Have, But Would Go To Pieces If We Lost Any Part Of It.

Suburb: A Place That Isn't City, Isn't Country, And Isn't Tolerable.

There's Something In Every Atheist, Itching To Believe, And Something In Every Believer, Itching To Doubt.

The Plague Of Government Is Senile Delinquency.