A bad hunter chases. A good hunter waits.
What's a philosopher?' said Brutha. Someone who's bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,' said a voice in his head.
Shoes, men, coffins; never accept the first one you see.
I could be wrong. Not being certain is what being a philosopher is all about.
This wasn't food - it was what food became if it had been good and gone to food heaven.
All holy piety in public, and all peeled grapes and self-indulgence in private.