God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.

How Sunday into Monday melts!

Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.

Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit. So here we are several billion of us, crowded into our global concentration camp for the duration. How are we to survive? Solemnity is not the answer, any more than witless and irresponsible frivolity is. I think our best chance lies in humor, which in this case means a wry acceptance of our predicament. We don't have to like it but we can at least recognize its ridiculous aspects, one of which is ourselves.

In real life, it takes only one to make a quarrel.

People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look At them with eyes that wonder when ... People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies.

Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.