A slavish concern for the composition of words is the sign of a bankrupt intellect. Be gone, odious wasp! You smell of decayed syllables.

Ah, this is fine," he cried triumphantly, holding up a small medallion on a chain. He dusted it off, and engraved on one side were the words "WHY NOT?" "That's a good reason for almost anything - a bit used perhaps, but still quite serviceable.

Expect everything so that nothing comes unexpected.

Things which are equally bad are also equally good. Try to look at the bright side of things. - Humbug

I am the Terrible Trivium, demon of petty tasks and worthless jobs, ogre of wasted effort, and monster of habit.

Since you got here by not thinking, it seems reasonable to expect that, in order to get out, you must start thinking.

I write best in the morning, and I can only write for about half a day, that's about it.