Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.
Those who live on vanity must, not unreasonably, expect to die of mortification.
Evil and laughter cannot co-exist.
Phrase books seem to be a universal and eternal source of hilarity and I think I know why. Their authors go mad in the course of compiling them.
Our only hope rests on the off-chance that God does exist.
Optimism is the last resort of those in deep despair. There can't be any optimists in heaven.