There is no triumph of good, and if there were it would not be a triumph of good.
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
... half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.
Nothing is more beautifully and acceptably self-assertive than good singing.
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man.