Please don't tell me to relax, it's only my tension that's holding me together.
What's most interesting about some books is the question: How did this crap ever get published?
It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others.
Life is not a problem - Life is the closest God has yet come to a solution.
I have no prejudices: all my irrational hatreds are based on solid evidence.
How can there ever possibly be a conflict between my private interests and the public good?