I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.

This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a g…

For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up th…

I am crying for more and more disasters, for bigger calamities, for grander failures. I want the whole world to be out of whack, I want everyone to scratch him…

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd? O punishment!

My wants are many, and, if told, Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still would want for more.

I am content; that is a blessing greater than riches; and he to whom that is given need ask no more.