Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and >>
We are all born mad. Some remain so. >>
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals. >>
I rarely speak about God. To God, yes. I protest against Him. I shout >>
There is no God but God. >>
I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that >>
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.