Grief is a species of idleness.
All progress is based upon a universal innate desire on the part of every organism to live beyond its income.
To be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step to knowledge.
I do not believe in God. I believe in cashmere.
My Lord, my Lord! What hast Thou done, lately?
Whosover loveth wisdom is righteous, but he that keepeth company with fowl is weird.
The wicked at heart probably know something.
Whosoever shall not fall by the sword or by famine, shall fall by pestilence, so why bother shaving?