The writer’s job is to disturb the peace.

Life in the state of nature is solitary， poor， nasty， brutish， and short.

The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.

我们唯一能知道的是我们一无所知，这是人类智慧的最高境界。