Even in lands of free-speech they have laws against slander (aka):
In the city it seems as though you can think anything you like  --
but keep this in mind: because of Life’s special needs,
you're a bundle of mental self deception.
Mused a man: “‘Tis good that the Laws Of Slander do not reach into my own
mental world, or many thoughts I have about me would keep me in constant litigation.”

In his head, an hombre heard it said:
“Madness is of the heart  –  not the head,”
and shortly thereafter his mind added:
“I'm just repeating what I've heard.”

The Nine A.M. Version.
Only straightforward matters can be presented in a straightforward manner.
The Twelve O’clock Version.
Any matter can be presented in a straightforward manner to straightforward people.

Determination in the rebel’s life counts for nothing unless it is of the infinite variety.

Since in the physical realm of technology, the more refined the examining instrument, the more is revealed of the thing examined,
do you expect any quantum deviation in man’s mental realm?

In today’s global economy, most reputations are made in a small town
just outside Brussels.

In the midst of his pouring through stacks of books, a man stopped and mused:
“If you think about it for a long enough time, you can't help but come to the conclusion that a real Historian wouldn’t put up with all this crap.”
   (A father noted to a son: “Other than for entertainment purposes:
   The only good past is a dead past.”)

On one world, the atmosphere is such that humor can be used as a form of domination.

In the paper he presented at the convention, one professor posited:
“In all systems below the five dimensional mode:
Progress comes through a process of refined diversity
(as opposed to random uniformity).”
   (Which seemed to trigger the opening of the free bar.)

When they go out of town  --  ordinary people shrink.

Don’t admit to being dumb until you know just how dumb you truly are.

One guy says: “My rule is simple:
I don’t want to talk to anyone who seems really anxious to talk to me.”

Maxim Update.
For those in the city: a journey of a thousand miles begins with a ton of luggage.

All catastrophes consume all expectations.
   (“Indeed!  –  there is nothing like a Category 4 neural hurricane to clear one’s mind.”)

While the inner life of an ordinary man could be thought of as a Theatre,
that of a nervous-system-rebel would be more like a Research Lab, a Court Of Inquiry, a cold-blooded, light-hearted Comedic Romp-cum-Investigation.
(On many rebel ships they cross the International Silliness Line
eight to ten times a day.)
 

Anything that can (as they say in the city) “poison one’s mind” –  one’s mind deserves.
   (Do roaches come any better than dead!?)

Cosmic rumor says there is a galaxy beyond this one wherein they have solved
the problems brought on by the normal dichotomous moral divisions
men espouse that so strain the fabric of normal societies (specific example):
Drugs, prayers, abortions and the supernatural exist for those who believe in them,
and don’t for those who don’t.

Intensity in the rebel’s life counts for nothing unless it is properly directed.

Conversation Held Somewhere.
“I've read that there is a Latin word for everything.”
    “So?”
(“Oh, I don't know  --  but for some reason I feel better knowing that.”)

Ad Seen In The City.
“We Pay Cash For Used Ideas.”

On one world they have opened a clinic to treat (and this is a direct quote from
their brochure): “The dimensionally challenged.”

There is a guy currently hanging around in city park who, for three pesos,
will “prove that you are happy.”
   (Throw in a decent tip and he’ll also do so regarding his self.)

The rebel sergeant concluded his remarks by saying to the young recruits
gathered around the blazing table: