Humility Is A Virtue When

It May Be True That My Desk Here Is Really 'nothing But' A Transient Eddy Of Electrons In The Flux Of Universal Process. Nevertheless, I Find That It Continues To Support My Feet, My Revolver, And My Cigars All Day Long. What Happens When My Back Is Turned I Don't Know. Or Much Care. That's No Concern Of Mine.

Saving The World Is Only A Hobby. Most Of The Time I Do Nothing.

Death Is Every Man's Final Critic. To Die Well You Must Live Bravely.

Great Art Is Indefinable But That's All Right; It Exists Anyway.

Christian Theology: Nothing So Grotesque Could Possibly Be True.