We May Not Be The

All The Flower Children Were As Alike As A Congress Of Accountants And About As Interesting.

My Father, To Whom I Owe So Much, Never Told Me The Difference Between Right And Wrong; Now I Think That's Why I Remain So Greatly In His Debt.

The Worst Fault Of The Working Classes Is Telling Their Children They're Not Going To Succeed, Saying: There Is Life, But It's Not For You.

Do We Want Blanks, Asterisks And Exclamation Marks Which People Can Fill In With Their Own Imaginations, Or Are We Prepared And Strong Enough To Tolerate, Even If We Do Not Approve, The Strong Anglo-saxon, Realistic And Vivid Language?

I Refuse To Spend My Life Worrying About What I Eat. There Is No Pleasure Worth Foregoing Just For An Extra Three Years In The Geriatric Ward.