Existence is not a mystery unless you think it has a meaning.
Laughing at our friends, we avenge the disappointment they have caused.
When science drove the gods out of nature, they took refuge in poetry and the porticos of civic buildings.
Stupidity is a fact of life, but unmentionable. The new Prudery.
I love money, but will money ever love me in return?
I am never more myself than in my self-betrayals.