If you're not entertaining, what the hell's the point?
Thank God we can't tell the future. We'd never get out of bed.
Time wounds all heals.
We're all just people, some of us accidentally connected by genetics, a random selection of cells. Nothing more.
I like Shakespeare, but I never know what the hell is going on.
I don't think I'd give advice. That never pays off. That's always a bad idea. If they follow your advice and it doesn't work out, or if they don't follow your advice, somehow you're on the hook for it.