All of us, no matter how we look born into this world, feel something like the Hunchback. It doesn't matter if you have a beautiful face or not.

Kill two birds with one stone, feed the homeless to the hungry.

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.

Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said: quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two.

I am madness maddened when it comes to books, writers, and the great granary silos where their wits are stored.

My goal is to entertain myself and others.

What are you up to now?" "I'm sill crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.