There Are Two Indiscretions That Generally Distinguish

This Is A Thing I Read By A Scientist... It Said Scientists Now Say That A Man Thinks About Sex Once Every 7.3 Seconds. Now, I Know What I Think Every 7.3 Seconds. It's Just A Bunch Of Meaningless Gibberish.

If You're Looking For The Suspect In A Suicide Bombing, Here's A Clue: Look For The Dead Guy.

We Are Often Less Grieved At Disappointments Than At Ourselves For Having Said Much Concerning The Certainty Of Our Expectations.

A Proper Disposition Of Time Leaves A Man At Leisure In The Very Bustle Of Affairs; Without Delaying The Attention Of His Concerns To The Last Or Giving Them Unnecessary Application At First: It Affords A Season For Everything By Affording Everything Its Proper Season.

I'm No Good At Anything But Comedy, Which I Think I'm Good At. I'm Absolutely No Good At Networking; I'm Terrible At Acting; I'm Terrible At Dealing With Executives; I'm Terrible At Collaborating. And I Say Whatever I Want To Say. But I Think I'm Good Enough At Comedy That I Can Survive. And I Don't Really Have An Ambition For Money.