The True Purpose of Everything

The only way most People in the City can tell if they’re “getting anywhere,” is that they’re still breathing.

Be proud, be brave; don’t be a slovenly knave. 
Stand right up and say, “I’m not me, and I didn’t do it.”

There was this one guy who, whenever he would start to talk to himself, would say, “Look, I can’t talk just now.”

Once you are a full-fledged Trooper, and totally unemployed, at least you can’t be fired.

The true purpose of everything is something else.

J.