The argument goes something like this: "I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.

I think all cats are wild. They only act tame if there´s a saucer of milk in it for them.

When you walk through the storm, hold your head high And don't be afraid of the dark! At the end of the storm is a golden sky And the sweet song of the lark. Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Though your dreams be tossed & blown Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone!

The single raindrop never feels responsible for the flood.

Zaphod Beeblebrox, adventurer, ex-hippie, good-timer (crook? quite possibly), manic self-publicist, terrible bad at personal relationships, often thought to be completely out to lunch.

My capacity for happiness," he added, "you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first

Beppu (n.) The triumphant slamming shut of a book after reading the final page.