I feel that what is probably the greatest enemy of longevity is popularity, and most people die of popularity.

I don't drink much anymore, because it's supposedly not good for me. I still have gallons of it around though. I smell the cork and do a lot of wishing.

When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

Martin Luther dreamed up Protestantism while sitting on the toilet at Wittenburg monastery, and we know what a big movement that became.

Don't waste your time with people who will ultimately destroy you, but concentrate instead on those who will appreciate your responsibility to them, and, likewise, feel responsible to you.

The Atheist complains about the wind. The Christian prays for it to change. The Satanist adjusts his sails.

I visualize the day that tridents and pentagrams are thrust into the sky from church roofs instead of crosses.