Concerning the gods, I cannot know either that they exist or that they do not exist, nor what form they might have, for there is much to prevent one's knowing: the obscurity of the subject and the shortness of man's life.
The secret of living is to own a convertible and a lake...If the sun is shining, you can rid around in your convertible and be happy...If it starts to rain, it won't spoil your day because you can just say, 'Oh, well, the rain will fill up my lake!'"”
