Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.
If you think this Universe is bad, you should see some of the others.
No single thing abides; and all things are fucked up.
Everybody knows that Aristotelian two-value logic is fucked.
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.
The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
They ought to make it a binding clause that if you find God you get to keep Him.
There, at her console, he dialed 594: pleased acknowledgement of husband's superior wisdom in all matters
Pious people spoke to God, and crazy people imagined that God spoke back.
I'm not much but I'm all I have.