If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.

I Know God Exits, But I Don't Know Where.

Few Friendships Could Survive The Moodiness Of Love Affairs.

Technique Bridges Among Ideas, And Sometimes Generates Them.

If You Do Not Throw In A Few Promises Of Better Things To Come, Gloomy One, I Am Going To Take You Back To The Library.

Good Parties Create A Temporary Youthfulness.