Slapstick

I cannot distinguish between the love I have for people and the love I have for dogs.

Love is where you find it.

“‘If you can do no good, at least do no harm.’

Fascists are inferior people who believe it when somebody tells them they’re superior

I love you, Eliza,” I said.
She thought about it. “No,” she said at last, “I don’t like it.”
“Why not?” I said.
“It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,” she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?”

“Paddle your own canoe.”

That life can be painless, provided that there is sufficient peacefulness for a dozen or so rituals to be repeated simply endlessly