Time devours our feeble mortality, leaving us with but the sour residue of memory. - Robert Sheckley

Kettelman bristled. Nothing got him angrier than when people implied he was paranoid. It made him feel persecuted.

Marvin did not give way to despair. He gave way instead to anger, which was a much healthier emotion, though equally unproductive.

“For information concerning the afterlife,” Miss Ophelia said, “kindly contact your nearest priest, minister, rabbi, mullah or anyone else on the accredited list of God’s representatives. Thank you for calling.”
There was a sweet tinkle of chimes. Then the line went dead.
“What did the Big Fellow say?” asked General Muller.
“All I got was double-talk from his secretary.”
“Personally, I don’t believe in superstitions like God,” General Muller said. “Even if it happens to be true, I find it healthier not to believe. Shall we get on with it?”
They got on with it.