To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.
Man is the animal that intends to shoot himself out into interplanetary space, after having given up on the problem of an efficient way to get himself five miles to work and back each day.
A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm.
The groundhog is like most other prophets; it delivers its prediction and then disappears.
Maybe the answer to Selective Service is to start everyone off in the army and draft them for civilian life as needed.
