God paradoxes are only infinity paradoxes in clerical garb.
The legislative branch is government as we imagine it, the executive as we know it, the judicial as we resort to it in extremity.
Who, after seven hours a day, five days a week, nine months a year in school, hasn’t thought, at least once, about shooting up the place?
Almost no one is worth reading on more than one subject.
No one calls anything important that disconfirms his prejudices.
It is better to forget a name than make a visible effort to recall it.
From nagging child to menopausal witch:
Unripe to rotten with scarcely a hitch.
Advice and sex are free. You pay the therapist not to tell you his problems, and the whore to leave.
The fugitive thought, ungrasped, will return, unimproved.
Thoughts and prayers galore —
What are they thinking of, and praying for?