No man likes to be smoked out of his hole in February.
Life is unfair. And it's not fair that life is unfair.
Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.
All governments need enemies. How else to justify their existence?
Books are like eggs -- best when fresh.
Generally speaking, it's a matter of only mild intellectual interest to me whether the earth goes around the sun or the sun goes around the earth. In fact, I don't care a rat's ass either way.