Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.

The harder I work, the luckier I become.

Cats will amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw.

So much universe, and so little time.

I taught myself more in the library than school taught me.

Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.

Anyway, lots of warrior tribes think that when they die, they go to a heavenly land somewhere," said the toad. "You know, where they can drink and fight and feast forever? So maybe this is theirs." "But this is a real place!" "So? That's what they believe. Besides, they're only small. Maybe the universe is a bit crowded and they have to put heavens anywhere there's room? I'm a toad, so you'll appreciate that I'm having to guess a lot here.