The only thing that matters is what you do now, here.

Every battle, every war - is fought for things worth dying for.

I thought I would try my hand at sailing. It was too small and kept sinking, so I decided to try a boat instead.

Just because you're living in blissful oblivion doesn't mean you're not responsible.

A little is fine, but the minute you start believing that you've picked the only right one out of the 4,200 or so on offer, you need to get a grip on yourself. Once you start thinking that it's okay to hate someone that chose one of the 4,199 others... snap out of it.

Don't cook that chicken - it still has feathers.

You can't make cheese from rats. ... It's hard enough just milking the little beggars.