It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

The proverb says that Providence protects children and idiots. This is really true. I know because I have tested it.

Every civilization carries the seeds of its own destruction, and the same cycle shows in them all. The Republic is born, flourishes, decays into plutocracy, and is captured by the shoemaker whom the mercenaries and millionaires make into a king. The people invent their oppressors, and the oppressors serve the function for which they are invented.

Hero: Person in a book who does things which he can't and girl marries him for it.

Leaving out the gamblers, the burglars, and the plumbers, perhaps we do put our trust in God after a fashion. But, after all, it is an overstatement. If the cholera or black plague should come to these shores, perhaps the bulk of the nation would pray to be delivered from it, but the rest would put their trust in The Health Board.

Are you so unobservant as not to have found out that sanity and happiness are an impossible combination?

I simply can't resist a cat, particularly a purring one.