Opiate. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard. – Ambrose Bierce
Telephone, n. An invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance. – Ambrose Bierce
A funeral is a pageant whereby we attest our respect for the dead by enriching the undertaker. – Ambrose Bierce
The gambling known as business looks with austere disfavor upon the business known as gambling. – Ambrose Bierce
The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the Watchtower itch: you gotta be with us, man, or youre out, youre dead. This pitch is a continual and seeming MUST with those who use the stuff. Its no wonder they keep getting busted. – Charles Bukowski