Give me a treat, or leave me alone. It's Monday.
We ought to change the legend on our money from "In God We Trust" to "In Money We Trust. " Because, as a nation, we've got far more faith in money these days than we do in God.
If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex?
Who knows? Maybe my life belongs to God. Maybe it belongs to me. But I do know one thing: I'm damned if it belongs to the government.
Old men declare war because they have failed to solve complex political and economic problems.
We all worry about the population explosion, but we don't worry about it at the right time.
The proper method of playing mixed doubles is to swipe the ball accidentally and straight at the woman opponent as hard and as accurately as possible. Male players must not only retain equanimity on their side of the net, but create dissension on the other.
There are not that many new media brands you can say that about nowadays.
I think there are so many little hurdles and impediments with stand-up that you'd need to have this insane desire to do it if you didn't have something that clicked right away.
It's very clearly stated in the film: You make your own choices, and what you're always fighting is ego.
We find it hard to picture to ourselves the state of mind of a man of older days who firmly believed that the Earth was the centre of the Universe, and that all the heavenly bodies revolved around it. He could feel beneath his feet the writhings of the damned amid the flames; very likely he had seen with his own eyes and smelt with his own nostrils the sulphurous fumes of Hell escaping from some fissure in the rocks. Looking upwards, he beheld. . . the incorruptible firmament, wherein the stars hung like so many lamps.