My favorite saying is one my friend's brother always says, no matter what story he tells:
"You know, I've seen a lot of sh*t in my time, and I'm just sayin', man, you don't f*ck around."
I'm always so enlightened when he says that. Here's another that gives me a nostalgic feeling whenever I hear it:
"Paranoid Schizophrenia: If it happened on acid, it probably would've happened sooner or later anyway."
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!