Calvin: Dear Santa, before I submit life to your scrutiny, I demand to know who made YOU the matter of my fate?! Who are YOU to question my behavior, HUH??? What gives you the right?! Hobbes: Santa makes the toys, so he gets to decide who to give them to. Calvin: Oh.

Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.

Reading those turgid philosophers here in these remote stone buildings may not get you a job, but if those books have forced you to ask yourself questions about what makes life truthful, purposeful, meaningful, and redeeming, you have the Swiss Army Knife of mental tools, and it's going to come in handy all the time.

Things are never quite as scary when you've got a best friend.

Reality continues to ruin my life.

There's no problem so awful that you can't add some guilt to it and make it even worse!

Childhood is for spoiling adulthood.