My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose. Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not a servant of their needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds. I am not a sacrifice on their altars.

Even the wisest among you is only a conflict and hybrid of plant and ghost.

Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.

It&#39;s so warm now, and Thanksgiving came so early - is it just me, or does it not really feel like Ramadan?

Written By David Letterman

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