They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.

In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.

People will disapprove of you if you're unhappy, or if you're happy in The Wrong Way.

God and the devil lose to a common enemy: inertia.

We always prefer war on our own terms to peace on someone else's.

I've been hiding from God, and I'm appalled to find how easy it is.

We are never more self-righteous than when giving up what we should have shunned all along.