The harder the conflict$$$ the greater the triumph.

I always wanted to be a juvenile delinquent but my parents wouldn't let me.

Why do people spend their time being sad when they could be happy?

Imagination creates reality.

He was a graduate of West Point$$$ which is military academy that turns young men into homicidal maniacs for use in war.

Symbols can be so beautiful$$$ sometimes.

Only nut cases want to be president. This was true even in high school. Only clearly disturbed people ran for class president.

Somebody gets into trouble$$$ then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.

Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.

Life is no way to treat an animal.