That's probably one of my biggest gripes with the Internet - that it settles for mediocrity and disinformation, which puts all information on the same level. Everything has the same value, whether it's Albert Einstein speaking, or yoohoo27@msn.com.

They minute people fall in love they become liars.

Get a day job, make your money from that, and write to please yourself.

My philosophy of life is that the meek shall inherit nothing but debasement, frustration, and ignoble deaths.

I have but nothing to say to young girls. They're fine to look at, in the way I would look at a case filled with Shang dynasty glazes, but expecting to carry on a conversation with the average teen-aged young lady is akin to reading Voltaire to a cage filled with chimpanzees. I'm certain they would feel the same alienation for me. I can live with that knowledge.

Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste?

I see all. I hear all. I know all. And I spend a great deal of time in the bathroom.