If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.

My life has a superb cast, but I cannot figure out the plot.

All people are different. That's why everybody should be treated the same.

Is it you and I who are crazy, or is it everybody else?

Inform all the troops that communications have completely broken down.

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

Is there life in other families?