Me and nature are two.

The prettiest women are almost always the most boring, and that is why some people feel there is no God.

I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.

There is no justice, there is no rational structure to it [life]. That is just the way it is, and each person figures out some way to cope.

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?

Achilles only had an Achilles heel, I have an entire Achilles body.

Is world peace possible or is the human race too innately aggressive? For instance: Have you ever seen women at a sample sale?