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

There is no need to do any housework at all. After the first four years the dirt doesn't get any worse.

Nothing in our culture, not even home computers, is more overrated than the epidermal felicity of two featherless bipeds in desperate congress.

However low a man sinks he never reaches the level of the police.

I was beaten up wherever I went, and people shouted at me and cursed me and threw things at me.

It's a strange situation, but people will pay your fare to get you to go and tell them how to be happy.

Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.