When I am dying$$$ I should like my life taken out under general anaesthetic$$$ exactly as if it were a diseased appendix.

To dwell is to garden.

Emotions are the curse of logic.

In the end$$$ there is no end.

Subtlety may deceive you; intedrity never will.

Consider that ye may be wrong.

Here's my theory about meetings and life: the three things you can't fake are erections$$$ competence and creativity.

A wise man never loses anything$$$ if he has himself.

People who advocate simplicity have money in the bank; the money came first$$$ not the simplicity.

Gossip$$$ as usual$$$ was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.