At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?
I've learned so much from my failures that I'm thinking of having some more.
In a democracy, every little wrong idea may grow up to become national policy.
Strangely enough, this is the past that somebody in the future is longing to go back to.
Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you.
For me, it's always easy to choose between the Ultimate, the Infinite, and the Chocolate.