The longer I live, the less chance I'll ever recover from what life keeps doing to me.
At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?
The funniest thing about some people is that they have no sense of humor.
One problem I have definitely solved is the problem of not having enough to worry about.
Not being able to do everything is no excuse for not doing everything you can.
Don't call it freedom, unless it includes the freedom to be absolutely disgusting.