Your so-called boss may own the clock that taunts you from the wall, but, my friends, the hour is yours.

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.

Life is a series of absurdities.

The history of life is written in mutations.

The only time success comes before work is in the dictionary.