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?

If there's anything I hate it's the word humorist-I feel like countering with the word seriousist.

We know the human brain is a device to keep the ears from grating on one another.

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?

Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff - it is a palliative rather than a remedy.

I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability

Celibacy is the worst form of self-abuse.