All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.

A saint is a person who behaves decently in a shockingly indecent society.

If people think nature is their friend, then they sure don't need an enemy.

Beer, of course, is actually a depressant, but poor people will never stop hoping otherwise.

What the Gospels actually said was: don't kill anyone until you are absolutely sure they aren't well connected.

All was forgiven. All living things were brothers, and all dead things were even more so.

Don't you think that's the main reason people find [writing] so difficult? If they can write complete sentences and can use a dictionary, isn't that the only reason they find writing hard: they don't know or care about anything?