A Dimwit Thinks Nothing Is Funny Unless

We Fool Ourselves So Much We Could Do It For A Living.

Do Any Of Us, Except In Our Dreams, Truly Expect To Be Reunited With Our Hearts' Deepest Loves, Even When They Leave Us Only For Minutes, And On The Most Mundane Of Errands? No, Not At All. Each Time They Go From Our Sight We In Our Secret Hearts Count Them As Dead. Having Been Given So Much, We Reason, How Could We Expect Not To Be Brought As Low As Lucifer For The Staggering Presumption Of Our Love?

No One Can Be As Intellectually Slothful As A Really Smart Person

Grammar Is...the Pole You Grab To Get Your Thoughts Up On Their Feet And Walking.

Mornings Belong To Whatever Is New; The Current Composition. Afternoons Are For Naps And Letters.