Great times call for great men.

I was discharged from the army for idiocy and officially certified by a special commission as an idiot. I'm an official idiot.

And somewhere from the dim ages of history the truth dawned upon Europe that the morrow would obliterate the plans of today.

After debauches and orgies there always follows the moral hangover.

Sometimes I notice I'm demented, especially at sunset.

The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

Focus! (said a voice within me). We are here to craft emotions. To become a better person. Not to waste our serenity on someone who had a poor upbringing and are not taught manners.

When nothing is possible, then do the impossible.

Things that are easy to do, are easy not to do.

The point about zero is that we do not need to use it in the operation of daily life. No one goes out to buy zero fish.

A tree nowhere offers a straight line or a regular curve, but who doubts that root, trunk, boughs, and leaves embody geometry?

I want to be the best leadoff hitter of our time.

I recently enrolled at an elementary school and they accepted me. I am finally going to get revenge on those kids that beat me up as a boy, assuming they are still attending.

I've seen firsthand the high human cost of war.

If people really liked to work, we'd still be plowing the land with sticks and transporting goods on our backs.