Humor Is The Affectionate Communication Of Insight.

The Love Of Money Is The Source Of An Enormous Amount Of Good; The Fact That The Good Is A By-product Of The Selfish Pursuit Of Riches Has Nothing To Do With Its Indisputable Value.

Money Can't Buy Happiness, But Neither Can Poverty.

Words Sing. They Hurt. They Teach. They Sanctify. They Were Man's First, Immeasurable Feat Of Magic. They Liberated Us From Ignorance And Our Barbarous Past.

There Was No Answer, No Solution, No Sop, No Deliverance. What, Then, Did I Do? I Read Faster.

In The Dark Colony Of Night, When I Consider Man's Magnificent Capacity For Malice, Madness, Folly, Envy, Rage, And Destructiveness, And I Wonder Whether We Shall Not End Up As Breakfast For Newts And Polyps, I Seem To Hear The Muffled Cries Of All The Words In All The Books With Covers Closed.