
Woe is me, for I am ruined. I am a man of unclean lips who lives among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Hosts.

Woe is me, for I am ruined. I am a man of unclean lips who lives among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Hosts.

The highest form of wisdom is to get drunk and go to pieces.
Why am I here? I must like it here, or I wouldn’t keep returning. Step a little harder, love, to give me what I need. I mean it.
Courtesy taojoannes.com.

The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one’s time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it’s always daisy-time.