More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter… — Woody Allen

Agathon: But all that talk about death being the same as sleep.

Socrates: Yes, the difference is that when you're dead and somebody yells, "Everybody up, it's morning," it's very hard to find your slippers.

It is impossible to travel faster than light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off.

Is anything in nature actually "perfect" with the exception of my Uncle Hyman's stupidity? Who am I to demand perfection? I, with my myriad faults. I made a list of my faults, but could not get past: 1) Sometimes forgets his hat.