You Ought Not To Practice

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

Suffering Is But Another Name For The Teaching Of Experience, Which Is The Parent Of Instruction And The Schoolmaster Of Life.

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.

Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult I Expect A Little Support From My Family.