Satire Is Focused Bitterness.

Happiness Comes Only When We Push Our Brains And Hearts To The Farthest Reaches Of Which We Are Capable.

Happiness, In The Ancient, Noble Sense, Means Self-fulfillment—and Is Given To Those Who Use To The Fullest Whatever Talents God … Bestowed Upon Them.

Some Things Are So Unexpected That No One Is Prepared For Them.

First-rate People Hire First-rate People; Second-rate People Hire Third-rate People.

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.