Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.

I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.

'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.

It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.

The journey is the thing.