Beyond each corner, new directions lie in wait.

Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up

Is it progress if a cannibal uses a knife and fork?

Be yourself. A horse without the lancer is still a horse; a lancer without the horse is just a man.

Does a little fish, swimming though the net's eye, suffer from inferiority complex?

Morality is either a social contract or you have to pay cash.

I prefer the sign NO ENTRANCE to the sign which says NO EXIT.