No storyteller has been able to dream up anything as fantastically unlikely as what really does happen in this mad Universe.

By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.

Everything is theoretically impossible, until it is done.

A zygote is a gamete's way of producing more gametes. This may be the purpose of the universe.

Sex, whatever else it is, is an athletic skill. The more you practice, the more you can, the more you want to, the more you enjoy it, the less it tires you.

The mind's ability to rationalize it's own shortcomings is unlimited; I am no exception.

The golden sunshine of Italy congealed into tears. Here's to alcoholic brotherhood ... much more suited to the frail human soul, if any, than any other sort.