As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree' -- probably because it's so hard
to figure out how to get the bark on.
Eighty percent of success is showing up.
Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.
His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral
bankruptcy.
How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the
roller of an electric typewriter?
How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt
size?
I am at two with nature.
I can't listen to that much Wagner. I start getting the urge to conquer Poland.
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it
through not dying.
I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.
I took a speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It
involves Russia.
I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into
the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to
find your way around Chinatown.
If it turns out that there is a God, I don't think that he's evil. But the worst
that you can say about him is that basically he's an underachiever.
If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my
name in a Swiss bank.
Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very
comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they
have left things.
It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.
It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not
desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off.
It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept
better... while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.
Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.
Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too
soon.
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