Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.
The only reason people get lost in thought is because it’s unfamiliar territory.
The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, “No hablo ingles.”
Everybody wants to go to heaven; but nobody wants to die.
The road to success is always under construction.
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep — not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
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