They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.

I hope I can settle my internal conflicts without bloodshed.

I march to a different drummer, whose location, identity, and musical training haven't yet been established.

I'm in search of myself - have you seen me anywhere?

It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others.

The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.

Not being able to do everything is no excuse for not doing everything you can.