After supper, one of the younger rebels was sitting with an older trooper & asked him:
“I've heard it said that a real revolutionist is never completely comfortable in
the clothes he has, so tell me: what would put him at total ease?”
The more experienced insurgent began poking his boot about in the campfire
as he dug deep into his ear, and by the time his foot began to smoke, he spoke:
“Kid, you see those trees over there, shedding their leaves....”
    Question: How can a man in herringbone hide in a zebra herd?
         (“Pa pa, when my tongue and I grow up, do I have to be herd?”)

One guy’s position is: “The more that you put off doing the unnecessary stuff,
the easier it is to get a better handle on the handle.”
   (In one land, they scoff at any proverb whose point is readily apparent.)

There's no violence like old violence.
If Stradivari had been a gunsmith, we’d all be enjoying the sounds of shelling.

Among the featured speaker’s remarks, the one he presented most emphatically (“Knowledge is but remembered-experience”) moved one audience member to muse on the speaker’s constipated conception of knowledge.

After one fellow began to understand what the gods men think about
actually represent in their lives, he ceased thinking about them.
When a watch realizes what it is, it then looks only to itself for the time.

Some unruly prisoners in one territory are reputed to have issued a statement in which they claim that the real difficulty in overcoming behavior is not in actually
overcoming it –  but in sufficiently wanting to.
   (Also's rumored to be a splinter group who opposes the overuse of the word, “actually.”)

Even under their routine circumstances, some of the people will at times sing to themselves:
“Oh, I'm so happy I could die,”
while the King’s version goes something like this: “Oh, I'm so happy, you may die.”
(All dynastic monarchs are born knowing that the synaptic population must be kept in check.)

Rebellious stars, the second just before they transverse the supernova threshold, send out the secret message: “It’s all just a premise  –  it’s all just a premise.”
   The father rises  –  the son sets.
        (Also known in one land as: “The only good King is a deposed King.”)

Remember: there are two realities; the verbal – and the other one,
and also note that the atmosphere on some planets affects the light in such a way
that the two can appear to be Siamese twins.
   (A nervous-system-outlier can always tell the difference by asking either one of them to step over
    and shake his hand.)
Both realities speak-for-themselves, but only one of them actually talks  –
which (to ordinary minds) seems to give it a leg-up.
   (P.S. The certain-man is not fooled by old leg tricks.)

On Life's everyday highway, If you stop to take a closer look at every bad accident
you come upon, you will eventually wear out your eyes (the certain mental ones necessary for the special-investigator to ever crack-the-case.) (“I personally will not drive me anywhere in the city unless I can ride in the back seat.”)

Only a donkey will drown in the sea of freedom.
(And men whose minds operate as the gods intended.)

Overheard Conversational Snippet.
“Only a fool would say that!”
    “Only a fool would have to.”

One brother said he likes to go back and “cover-his-tracks,”
and the other brother asked: “Why?” –  and the first brother replied: “I don’t know”  –  which is a fine example of that particular neural operation in action.

A sign above the poker table said:
“Every truth has its parallel,
and every parallel has its right angle,
and every right angle has its mobius strip,
and every mobius strip has a one-eyed jack up its sleeve  –