No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

It was the meanest moment of eternity.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

No matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you.

I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.