Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?
Everything that happens before Death is what counts.
When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.
Love is the answer to everything. It's the only reason to do anything.
Friendship is an island that you retreat to and you all fall on the floor and laugh at all the other ninnies that don't have enough brains to have your good taste.
I have two rules in life - to hell with it, whatever it is, and get your work done.