Inform all the troops that communications have completely broken down.
They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.
More books have resulted from somebody's need to write than from anybody's need to read.
What should I do if my problems aren't all solved by the time I die?
How can I fail when I have no purpose?
One possible reason why things aren't going according to plan is that there never was a plan.