Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.

Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

Some men are friends with the whole world in their hearts, and there are others that hate themselves and spread their hatred around like butter on hot bread.

Well, I never seen one guy take so much trouble for another guy. I just like to know what your interest is.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.