What is peace? Balance three iron skewers tip to tip, one upon the other; at the summit, emplace and egg, so that it too poises static in mid-air, and there you have the condition of peace in this world of men.

It is useless, after all, to complain against inexorable reality.

Nothing is more conspicuous than a farting princess.

While we are alive we should sit among colored lights and taste good wines, and discuss our adventures in far places; when we are dead, the opportunity is past.

Of all questions, why? is the least pertinent. It begs the question; it assumes the larger part of its own response; to wit, that a sensible response exists.

Since we are not permitted to act, we are obliged to know.

In fact, almost every job you get somebody watching you.