Life is too short! What is the necessity of talking about anyone else except you? 
If the breath that has come is stopped everything is gone!

Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.

I do think there is a great deal of caricature around the House of Commons. It is just that kind of place.

Oh, I’m not offended. But when they began handing out doctorates for comparative folk dancing and advanced fly-fishing, I became too stinkin’ proud to use the title. I won’t touch watered whiskey and I take no pride in watered-down degrees. Call me Jubal.

Written By Robert A. Heinlein

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