Hate, in the long run, is about as nourishing as cyanide.

We are here for no purpose, unless we can invent one.

Some jerk infected the Internet with an outright lie. It shows how easy it is to do and how credulous people are.

bergeron's epitaph for the planet, i remember, which he said should be carved in big letters in a wall of the grand canyon for the flying-saucer people to find was this: WE COULD HAVE SAVED IT, BUT WE WERE TOO DOGGONE CHEAP. only he didn't say "doggone.

Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.

We are what we imagine ourselves to be.

Farewell, hello, farewell, hello.