I recommend limiting one's involvement in other people's lives to a pleasantly scant minimum.

If you describe things as better than they are, you are considered to be a romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you will be called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you will be thought of as a satirist.

Did you know that Allah promises you a seat in Paradise if you kill a Christian?

Happiness is the only thing I understand.

As we all know from witnessing the consuming jealousy of husbands who are never faithful, people do not confine themselves to the emotions to which they are entitled.

It's written into the Constitution that you're allowed to pursue happiness. In England it would be considered a frivolous objective.

For flavor, instant sex will never supersede the stuff you have to peel and cook.