“I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath.”
“The trouble with the world is it’s three drinks behind.”
Rick from “Casablanca”
“Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour,
Rains from the sky a meteoric shower
Of facts . . . they lie unquestioned, uncombined.
Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill
Is daily spun; but there exists no loom
To weave it into fabric”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Huntsman, What Quarry?