My life has a superb cast, but I cannot figure out the plot.
Life is the only game in which the object of the game is to learn the rules.
I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem.
The surest way to learn is by doing it, but often, the lesson is: Don't do it!
What good is it if you talk in flowers, and they think in pastry?
I have no prejudices: all my irrational hatreds are based on solid evidence.