The curse of man, and the cause of nearly all his woe, is his stupendous capacity for believing the incredible.
I hate sports the way people who like sports hate common sense.
Religion, after all, is nothing but an hypothesis framed to account for what is evidentially unaccounted for.
A poet over 30 is pathetic
As long as you represent me as praising alcohol I shall not complain.
Women have a hard enough time in this world: telling them the truth would be too cruel.