How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?

For a while we pondered whether to take a vacation or get a divorce. We decided that a trip to Bermuda is over in two weeks, but a divorce is something you always have.

We were married by a reformed rabbi in Long Island. A very reformed rabbi. A Nazi.

For the first year of marriage I had basically a bad attitude.

My Lord, my Lord! What hast Thou done, lately?

The wicked at heart probably know something.

Whosover loveth wisdom is righteous, but he that keepeth company with fowl is weird.

Whosoever shall not fall by the sword or by famine, shall fall by pestilence, so why bother shaving?

I’m astounded by people who want to “know” the universe when it’s hard enough to find your way around Chinatown.

Eternity is really long, especially near the end.