The rich aren't like us, they pay less taxes.

Marriage has driven more than one man to sex.

Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask. What's in it for me?

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.

The idea of a Supreme Being who creates a world in which one creature is designed to eat another in order to subsist, and then pass a law saying, "Thou shalt not kill," is so monstrously, immeasurably, bottomlessly absurd that I am at a loss to understand how mankind has entertained or given it house room all this long.

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.