But I've sure worked at jobs where I have been under inspection.

Happiness is fugitive; dissatisfaction and boredom are real.

Notice this rent in my garment; I am at a loss to explain its presence! I am even more puzzled by the existence of the universe.

The inscrutability [of economics] is perhaps not unintentional. It gives endless employment to dialecticians who otherwise might become public charges or, at very worst, swindlers and tricksters.

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

Nothing is more conspicuous than a farting princess.

Well, I think everything I've ever read contributes to the background from which I write.