Someone dragged me by my arms out onto the road, then shoved me, stumbling, down a paved road.
We need anything politically important rationed out like Pez: small, sweet, and coming out of a funny, plastic head.
I gathered we were headed over Nob Hill, and from the angle, it seemed we were taking one of the steeper routes.
In our civilization, and under our republican form of government, intelligence is so highly honored that it is rewarded by exemption from the cares of office.
It's never just a game when you're winning.
Self-importance is our greatest enemy. Think about it - what weakens us is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of our fellowmen. Our self-importance requires that we spend most of our lives offended by someone.
To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization, and at present very few people have reached this level.