What else are our lives but a story we tell ourselves to find some sense in the pain ofliving?

Keep your friends close and your enemies dead and buried in the basement.

Suffering must be the inevitable tariff exacted from spirit for residing in human form.

Hate wears you down and doesn’t hurt your enemy. It’s like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die.

What else are our lives but a story we tell ourselves to find some sense in the pain ofliving?

If man could apply half the ingenuity he’s exhibited in the creation of weapons to more sensible ends, there’s no limit to what he might yet accomplish

Dear Internet: You are very good at spreading rumors. Truth is more valuable and much harder to come by.