Reality Is Just A Point Of View.

Any Given Man Sees Only A Tiny Portion Of The Total Truth, And Very Often, In Fact Almost ... Perpetually, He Deliberately Deceives Himself About That Little Precious Fragment As Well.

The Will To Believe Chases Out The Rational Mind, Whenever And Wherever The Two Come Into Conflict.

I Like Her; I Could Watch Her The Rest Of My Life. She Has Breasts That Smile.

I'm A Strange Person. Sometimes I Hardly Know What I'm Going To Do Or Say Next. Sometimes I Seem A Stranger To Myself. Sometimes What I Do Surprises Me And I Can't Understand Why I Do It.

The Bird Is Gone, And In What Meadow Does It Now Sing?