History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.

Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.

In describing someone's character, I reveal my own.

Learned researches lead to headaches, constipation, and befuddled quarreling.

The worship of Mammon may be vulgar or immoral, but it persists while other religions falter and disappear.

Faith of the bore: everything is worth saying.

As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.