All Roads End At The Grave, Which

Build A System That Even A Fool Can Use, And Only A Fool Will Want To Use It.

Nothing Can Save Us From A Perpetual Headlong Fall Into A Bottomless Abyss But A Solid Footing Of Dogma; And We No Sooner Agree To That Than We Find That The Only Trustworthy Dogma Is That There Is No Dogma.

My Situation Is A Solemn One: Life Is Offered To Me On The Condition Of Eating Beefsteaks. But Death Is Better Than Cannibalism. My Will Contains Directions For My Funeral, Which Will Be Followed, Not By Mourning Coaches, But By Oxen, Sheep, Flocks Of Poultry, And A Small Traveling Aquarium Of Live Fish, All Wearing White Scarves In Honor Of The Man Who Perished Rather Than Eat His Fellow Creatures. It Will Be, Without The Exception Of Noah's Ark, The Most Remarkable Thing Of Its Kind Ever Seen.

I Have Not Wasted My Life Trifling With Literary Fools In Taverns, As Johnson Did, When He Should Have Been Shaking England With The Thunder Of His Spirit

Happiness And Beauty Are By-products. Folly Is The Direct Pursuit Of Happiness And Beauty.