We Were Fortunate To Have The Russians

Science, Like Nothing Else Among The Institutions Of Mankind, Grows Like A Weed Every Year. Art Is Subject To Arbitrary Fashion, Religion Is Inwardly Focused And Driven Only To Sustain Itself, Law Shuttles Between Freeing Us And Enslaving Us.

There Is A General Place In Your Brain, I Think, Reserved For Melancholy Of Relationships Past. It Grows And Prospers As Life Progresses, Forcing You Finally, Against Your Better Judgment, To Listen To Country Music.

The Horror Of It Is, Every Goddamn Thing You Look At Seems Pretty Scary To Me.

Scientists Are Doing An Awful Lot Of Damage To The World In The Name Of Helping It. I Don't Mind Attacking My Own Fraternity Because I Am Ashamed Of It.

I Think I Might Have Been Stupid In Some Respects, It If Weren't For My Psychedelic Experiences.