Life Is A Verb, Not

It Is Told That Buddha, Going Out To Look On Life, Was Greatly Daunted By Death. "they All Eat One Another!" He Cried, And Called It Evil. This Process I Examined, Changed The Verb And Said, "they All Feed One Another," And Called It Good.

Where Young Boys Plan For What They Will Achieve And Attain, Young Girls Plan For Whom They Will Achieve And Attain.

Let Us Inquire What Glory There Was In An Omnipotent Being Torturing Forever A Puny Little Creature Who Could In No Way Defend Himself? Would It Be To The Glory Of A Man To Fry Ants?

If Fifty Men Did All The Work, / And Gave The Price To Five, / And Let Those Five Make All The Rules - / You'd Say The Fifty Men Were Fools, / Unfit To Be Alive.

A House Does Not Need A Wife Any More Than It Needs A Husband.