Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.

you can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces.

Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale.

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.

Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking.

with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy.

Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.

This liberal doxy must be impaled upon the member of a particularly large stallion.

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.

Your attitudes towards others affect what you think about yourself.

Deep within ourselves, we find the inner being, the inner source of love, which is our true nature. Love is the only reality, because only love works.

Sorrow is a heavy burden

Christmas is relentless. It's around the clock. I sit with my little ones in front of the TV screen, and we watch movie after movie after movie.

Religion is induced insanity.

We've got to look toward two years from now [January 2017] to at least provide some balance in congress.

I'm proud of everybody in our organization. Not every story has a happy ending. Doesn't mean it's a bad story.

But the macro-economy is not the Whole. It too is a Part, a part of the larger natural economy, the ecosphere, and its growth does inflict opportunity costs on the finite Whole that must be counted.

Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool.

I always knew that I wanted to be an artist.