Satire Is Focused Bitterness.

Words Sing. They Hurt. They Teach. They Sanctify. They Were Man's First, Immeasurable Feat Of Magic. They Liberated Us From Ignorance And Our Barbarous Past.

Where Was It Ever Promised Us That Life On This Earth Can Ever Be Easy, Free From Conflict And Uncertainty, Devoid Of Anguish And Wonder And Pain? Those Who Seek The Folly Of Unrelieved 'happiness'-who Fear Moods, Who Shun Solitude, Who Do Not Know The Diginity Of Occasional Depression-can Find Bliss Easily Enough: In Tranquilizing Pills, Or In Senility. The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Be Happy.

A Conservative Is One Who Admires Radicals Centuries After They're Dead.

Why Did God Give Me Two Ears And One Mouth? So That I Will Hear More And Talk Less.

The Purpose Of Life Is To Matter, To Be Productive, To Have It Make A Difference That You Lived At All-using The Talents That God Has Given You For The Betterment Of Others.