When honor and glory get your squad killed and your brothers-in-arms shoved under the rug, you stop believing in the terms.

The night had darkened to the murky sort where the air hung like descending clouds and the overhead branches made the liquid darkness even more impenetrable.

Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.

Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.

Sorry, one night stands don't stack up as credentials for tending bar.

Whatever crimes this man had committed, they weren't as egregious as his inflated self-image.

Your dream is the prayer the Universe makes to you, because in its fulfilment it grows together with you.

Deep down in my heart, I know that I know nothing.

Mirth is God's medicine.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

The habit of analysis has a tendency to wear away the feelings.

Science doesn't deliver even that much "truth"; it delivers empirically adequate generalisations, and that is all we need.

Harlem is really a melting pot for a lot of different people.

Tact is the discrimination of differences. It consists in conscious deviations.

'Statistics' show that 66% of clients are cured with psychotherapy; what statistics don't show is that 72% are cured without it.