There is an ongoing battle between conscience and self-interest in which, at some point, we have to take sides.

History is man's best guess as to what the past would look like if everything had happened in chronological order.

There comes a time when a man and woman realize that their separate schemes can be better achieved as a conspiracy.

The realist sees reality as concrete. The optimist sees reality as clay.

Life is too short to hold a grudge, also too long.

It is not only possible to be the person you pretend to be, but there is less effort involved.

Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?