Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life.

Our only hope rests on the off-chance that God does exist.

There seems to be a peculiar and particular tie between men who have been drunk together.

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

things are never so indescribably ghastly that they can't get worse.

Optimism is the last resort of those in deep despair. There can't be any optimists in heaven.

Adolescence is usually typified by an unanswerable combination of innocence and insolence.