When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin #infj
So long as a man rides his Hobby-Horse peaceably and quietly along the Kings highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him — pray, Sir, what have either you or I to do with it? – Laurence Sterne
I dont know how many sacred cows there are today. I think theres a little confusion between humor and gross passing for humor. Thats kind of regrettable. – Bob Newhart