One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of others.

There ain't no such thing as a free lunch.

Beauty is not diminished by being shared.

Whoring is like military service...okay in the upper brackets, not so good lower down.

Many short-sighted fools think that going to the Moon was just a stunt. But the astronauts knew the meaning of what they were doing, as is shown by Neil Armstrong's first words in stepping down onto the soil of Luna: "One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."

No matter what I said they insisted on thinking of God as something outside themselves. Something that yearns to take every indolent moron to His breast and comfort him. The notion that the effort has to be their own . . . and that the trouble they are in is all their own doing . . . is one that they can't or won't entertain.

Hate always sells well, but for repeat trade and the long pull happiness is sounder merchandise.