Money can't buy happiness, but neither can poverty.

Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? … The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all.

Machines certainly can solve problems, store information, correlate, and play games - but not with pleasure.

Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? Those who seek the folly of unrelieved 'happiness'-who fear moods, who shun solitude, who do not know the diginity of occasional depression-can find bliss easily enough: in tranquilizing pills, or in senility. The purpose of life is not to be happy.

People say: idle curiosity. The one thing that curiosity cannot be is idle.

Satire is focused bitterness.

Everyone, in some small sacred sanctuary of the self, is nuts.