I can't think why fancy religions should have such a ghastly effect on one's grammar. It's a kind of intellectual rot that sets in, I'm afraid.
How fleeting are all human passions compared to the massive continuity of ducks.
As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less, Who goes to bed with whom.
I always have a quotation for everything - it saves original thinking.
Paradoxical as it may seem, to believe in youth is to look backward; to look forward we must believe in age.
A human being must have occupation, of he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world.
