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"Nixons the kind of guy that if you were drowning 50 feet off shore, hed throw you a 30 foot rope. Then Kissinger would go on TV the next night and say that the President had met you more than half-way."
"The bravest thing that men do is love women."

Morton Lyon Sahl was a Canadian-born American comedian, actor, and social satirist. He pioneered a style of social satire that pokes fun at political and current event topics by means of improvised monologues, using only a newspaper as a prop.
"Nixons the kind of guy that if you were drowning 50 feet off shore, hed throw you a 30 foot rope. Then Kissinger would go on TV the next night and say that the President had met you more than half-way."
"In the forties, to get a girl you had to be a GI or a jock. In the fifties, to get a girl you had to be Jewish. In the sixties, to get a girl you had to be black. In the seventies, to get a girl youve got to be a girl."
"Reagan won because he ran against Jimmy Carter. If he ran unopposed he would have lost."
"Washington couldnt tell a lie, Nixon couldnt tell the truth, and Reagan couldnt tell the difference."
"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."
"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"
"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"
"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."
"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"
"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."