Overhearing a discussion of birth defects, a chap mused:
“Regardless of what parents may overtly profess (discounting the loud influence on women
by mothering hormones), no person really wants the be saddled for the rest of their life
by a child who is born already ill,  and as soon as I was old enough to have a comprehensive sense of what my natural mind was about, I felt the same way about it.”

As celebrities seem to have established: in the city, looking pissed passes for both political insight and meaningful social concern.
    (“Damn! –  in that case, why couldn’t I have been a celeb, it would surely have made this
       row of raising new consciousness I've chosen to work, much easier to hoe.”)

A father said to a son:
“Here’s another circumstance which, as soon as it reveals itself, don’t hesitate to immediately cease paying it any attention: when someone begins their remarks with these words: ‘They say that a man ain’t supposed to________.”

Hormones Have A Bit Of Sport With Neurons
(Or Is It The Other Way 'Round?).
The only reason real men ever major in Geography is for the opportunity to say:
“Lake Titicaca.”

It seemed to one man that in the movie-of-his-life, he had only a cameo role.

(Other than for obvious biological imperatives) no one knows why men say and think what they do and anyone who claims that they do is a fool.

Conversation.
“Those who are alive whose thinking & emotions are affected by those who are dead, make good citizens.”
    “What else can be said about them?”
“They make very good citizens.”

From a dark corner came these words:
“The benefit of being able to act like you're someone else is that you're not confined to acting like you're the you that you were originally forced to act like you are.”

Notes a chap: “At least one nice feature of getting old is that even if you don’t
gain wisdom, you gain weight.”

Latest view of one fellow: “Of all the weird things people do, the clincher has got to be the recalling and attempted analyzing of their past: to what end?  For what purpose?  I'm dumbfounded ever time I think about this.”

If humans don’t act excited about a second-reality affair
it never has the chance to be exciting.

After some thought on the matter, one man decided that rhymes stick in the human mind more solidly than does straight speech, and from this he devised such personal exhortations and denunciations as:
”Being asleep makes me a creep.”  “Tut tut, mental butt.”  “Damn right! insight.”
Stay alert or I'll call you Burt,” and so on in that vein.   (He says feel free to use it yourself.)

Everybody wishes they could have met their hero, except those who did.
(Okay, for real): Everybody wishes they could have known their hero intimately,
except those who did.

A father gave a son this tip: “If you can't be silent,
at least never say anything that reflects how you really feel.”
                                                  I must be a really lonely guy.”

 One man was put off for about six or five seconds last Thursday when he had this thought: “If, as I feel, everyone in the world is a pinhead,
that would mean that no one is a pinhead.”
    (The notion, while literally possible, still bothers him deeply to consider.)

Confab.
“What is the height of futility?   --   being angry about the inevitable.”
   “Don’t you mean: the height of idiocy?!”

Every night once he is in bed and under the covers, one man tries
(as best he can from his position) to tidy up the covers, saying:
“Things should look neat in case the Prime Minister decides to pop in.”
     (“Hold it  –  are we talking about matters in a man’s bed or his head?”)

As he sat at the computer staring at his empty Inbox on the screen,
a man had this thought: “Which is worse: getting mail you're not interested in,
or getting no mail at all?

If you take any intellectual or emotional advice  --  you took the wrong advice.

If you ever say, even to yourself, that you have “problems” –
then you’ve got ‘em for sure.
An awake man, even ifhe was being swallowed by a lion,
wouldn’t shout out about it.
What is there meaningful to say about the inescapable!?
    (This by the way, is the stumper question every time they play a quiz game at
      the Imbecile’s Retirement Home.)

“Okay,” thought one man, “if you can't fast your way to Enlightenment,
maybe you can eat your way there.”
Life provides just enough slack in men’s minds to get most of them
adequately befuddled.

Everyone feels deeply the drama of life     (except the man who-knows-what's-going-on).