It's good to know that if I behave strangely enough, society will take full responsibility for me.

All I ask of Life is a constant and exaggerated sense of my own importance.

My struggle to remain healthy is gradually killing me.

I have nothing definite to apologize for; I'm just sorry about everything in general.

History records no more gallant struggle than that of humanity against the truth.

Here is a guaranteed way to get more of what you want: want less.

My worst personal problem is that my computer doesn't understand me.