I have learned to read the papers calmly and not to hate the fools I read about.

It would be one of those evenings when lady luck showed the bitchy streak in her nature.

But sometimes when things go very wrong and even the highest are frightened$$$ innocence is not enough for salvation.

So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That$$$ as always$$$ is the end of all our stories.

People in science fiction flicks always seemed to know useful things about the places time travel took them. But what if the time traveler had been only an average history student? What then?

As for monkeys$$$ I would have five$$$ and they would be named: See No Evil$$$ Hear No Evil$$$ Speak No Evil$$$ Do Pretty Much Whatever The Hell You Want$$$ and Expensive Attorney.

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it's like to feel absolutely worthless and they don't want anyone else to feel like that.

As Plato$$$ the dangerous beguiler$$$ said: the best philosophers in the world are boys with their beards new on their chins; I am a boy again.

I have inherited this burden of superstition and nonsense. I govern innumerable men but must acknowledge that I am governed by birds and thunderclaps.

The best thing about animals is they don't talk much.