A guilty conscience is jealousy's playground.

There is a sort of mental treasonThat smothers dreams outside of reason

I am fashionably unimpressed with the material world. I am moved by the beauty of aspiration, and I hope that I can elevate myself to the standards I have imposed on others.

Vomit and shit, even your own, stink.

Cynicism is extremely contagious, and the most pious among us cannot long endure its potency. The gullible should be on their guard, however, since this endearing quality frequently masquerades as wit.

No quality imparts apparent strength to its possessors more effectively than faith. From hospital beds to battlefields, it is the iron that strengthens a man to confront his destiny.

Confidence is highly erotic.

Never trust a woman hoarding a half-eaten bag of M&M's.

You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.