The name of the new religion, said Rumfoord, is The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent. . . The two chief teachings of this religion are these: Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.

A lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!

Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.

if there is a god, he sure hates people

Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic.

I can think of no more stirring symbol of man's humanity to man than a fire engine.

In the era of big brains, life stories could end up any which way. Look at mine.