The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness. We must go through life so inconspicuously that Fate does not notice us. – W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence, 1919
[W]e must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie…. It casts out stress as the heat of the hand repels quicksilver…. Keep you your precious vapors, your fantods, your anxiety. Give me a pie. Give me a pie anyday. – David Mamet, Boston Marriage
He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again. – Sydney Smith
