Is not the whole world a vast house of assignation of which the filing system has been lost?

Every day someone notices me and waves to me, or stops and speaks to me, or asks me for an autograph, or photographs me.

I'm happy. I don't ever have to pay anything, and I don't ever have to wash the dishes, and I don't ever have to behave nicely.

The law is simply expediency wearing a long white dress.

No effort is required to define or even attain happiness, but enormous concentration is needed to abandon everything else.

In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast.

Manners are a way of getting what you want without appearing to be an absolute swine.