This is a thing I read by a scientist... it said scientists now say that a man thinks about sex once every 7.3 seconds. Now, I know what I think every 7.3 seconds. It's just a bunch of meaningless gibberish.

I don't have any ambition.

They that are fated to be fools, have one consolation, that they are fated also to be ignorant of it.

The praise we seek for our own virtues sometimes tempts us to flatter the imperfections of other men.

Though we may not desire to detect fraud, we must not, on that account, endeavor to be insensible of it, for, as cunning is a crime, so is duplicity a fault, and if men dread knaves, they also despise fools.

I've always been very averse to innuendo, especially sexual. I find it cowardly or something.

My dad died, and my grandfather died, and my great-grandfather died. And the guy before him, I don't know. Probably died.