Dreams don't come true. Dreams are true.

Of the Seven Dwarfs, the only one who shaved was Dopey. That should tell us something about the wisdom of shaving.

Things. Cosas. Things attach themselves like leeches to the human soul, then they bleed out the sweetness and the music and the primordial joy of being unencumbered upon the land.

Society had a crime problem. It hired cops to attack crime. Now society has a cop problem.

To be or not to be isn't the question. The question is how to prolong being.

If by the quarter of the twentieth century godliness wasn’t next to something more interesting than cleanliness, it might be time to reevaluate our notions of godliness.

There's birth, there's death, and in between there's maintenance.