I'm not worried. This kid's got giant yarbles. Giant yarbles make bigger targets, I say. Maybe he ought to wear more than a loincloth. Ockham laughs. Slaps me on the back. Didn't know you had a sense of humor, chief.

I think it’s time we stopped our cringing embarrassment about our history, about our traditions, and about our culture, and we stopped this general fight of self-recrimination and wetness.

If women knew how to treat men, not a husband, unhenpecked, would be found from Indos to the Pole.

Know of a surety, that thy seed shall be a stranger in a land that is not theirs.