It's very hard to take yourself too seriously when you look at the world from outer space.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.
My friend is one... who take me for what I am.
It is impossible to walk rapidly and be unhappy.
Gratitude is the most exquisite form of courtesy.