Tell me that the purpose of life is to have fun, and without a care in the world I'll begin wreaking havoc on everything I pass. Now that's what I call pure, honest fun.

For those constantly full of joy, they sometimes feel a little guilty for always feeling so good. That guilt is compassion: it flies in with an attempt to share one's joy with others who do not have it.

Soar with wit. Conquer with dignity. Handle with care.

Be careful not to appear obsessively intellectual. When intelligence fills up, it overflows a parody.

One either cares what others think about him, or cares what others think he thinks about them. If you want to find someone who doesn't care in the slightest what anyone thinks, try a lunatic asylum.

Look for the person everyone hates, and love them.

Treat people like people. Beware of pity and patronization because in them, you can't see when you're unashamedly looking down on someone.