Each man has his church. It may be the job. The studio. The dojo. The bar room. Or the brothel. He may not admit it. He may not even know it. But if you watch him long enough, you will come to know where he prays.
Fireman lifts caution tape at fire scene in Old City section of Philly.
I’d rather give directions to a stranger than explain a joke to a friend.
The two most foolish things to wish for are world domination and eternal life. None of us would know what to do with either.
Sure, we might all be sea monkeys in some 8-year-old’s aquarium. But I fail to see why anyone would find that idea comforting.
Music is the purest evidence that we haven’t given up.
The fiend, when caught, is quick to wrap himself in the cloak of the persecuted.