If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.

With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die.

I don't know if you ever really feel like you've made it.

When in doubt, don't.

Any society that could come here could pick up the lights from New York. What should we do about that? Should we darken New York from now until the last human expires? Would we want to turn off all the radars at JFK airport?