My mother is currently associating with some undesirables who are attempting to transform her into an athlete of sorts, deprave specimens of mankind who regularly bowl their way to oblivion.

you can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces.

Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale.

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.

Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.

Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking.

with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy.

Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.

This liberal doxy must be impaled upon the member of a particularly large stallion.

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

When there is nonjudgmental love then there is no giving up.

If you don’t practice presence, you never learn how to have busyness facilitate accomplishment.

Through the fields and daisies and tall warm grass, my Lord Jesus as time meets eternity our lives will be perfect, and will never pass holding on forever a love that has no end.

The service we render others is really the rent we pay for our room on Earth.

Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness.

Nothing annoys a woman more than to have company drop in unexpectedly and find the house looking as it usually does.

In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell and only then does it review and inspect the multitudes.

The thing that's weird is that we thought it was funny. We expected people to get the joke - that we [with Andrew Ridgeley] were two guys really making asses of ourselves.

Great marketers don't make stuff. They make meaning.

It must be quite difficult, concealing your superior male qualities behind a mask of feigned humility.” Why, Gillian, it’s that very ability that makes us so superior.