Why am I so often at the mercy of those who don't deserve to control my life?

Doing it wrong fast is at least better than doing it wrong slowly.

Thanks to my computer, I have now achieved a much higher state of disorganization.

I've learned to accept birth and death . . . but sometimes I still worry about what lies between.

To the Tax Office: All is over between us. Please don't attempt to communicate with me again.

I too am a member of the human race, (but admittedly not a very active member).

We're still benefiting from the sacrifices of people long dead, but we're also suffering from their errors.