It's no fun being a specimen.
Censorship feeds the dirty mind more than the four-letter word itself.
Comedians are sometimes resentful of their writers. Probably because it's hard for giant egos to admit you need anyone but yourself to be what you are.
History is not reassuring on the subject of the longevity of seemingly lasting great nations, is it?
Therapists need to give a depressed patient support and direction.
Does anything show the complexity of the miraculous brain more than that weird curiosity, the sleep-protection dream?