People Invent Gods To Explain Their Suffering.

Once Discover Comfort, And There Is No Turning Back.

I'm Being Treated Like A Sex Object, Cried The Lady. No Matter. I Will Take Care Of It, Said Time Soothingly.

History Goes Out Of Control Almost As Often As Nature Does.

Drugs Bring Us To To The Gates Of Paradise, Then Keep Us From Entering.

I Am Interested In A Hundred Things, But Only Slightly.