Nevertheless, he had, on a certain star-lit evening, said wonderingly and quite reverently: "Deh moon looks like hell, don't it?

When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and no temples.

But as the girl timidly accosted him, he gave a convulsive movement and saved his
respectability by a vigorous side-step. He did not risk it to save a soul. For how was he to
know that there was a soul before him that needed saving?

I needed a password eight characters long so I picked Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

A good friend will help you plant your tulips. A great friend will help you plant a gun on the unarmed intruder you just shot.

There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.