Good music always defeats bad luck

The universe is eight billion years old, the last two billion of which have produced intelligent life. During this time not one hour of absolute equity has prevailed.

I suffer from a spiritual malaise which manifests itself in outbursts of vicious rage.

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

A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain....The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.

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.

Then there was Clark Ashton Smith, who wrote for Weird Tales and who had a wild imagination. He wasn't a very talented writer, but his imagination was wonderful.