Having failed to conquer myself, my best hope now is to arrange an alliance with myself.

Even if you're not enjoying the flight, it's futile to threaten to get out and walk.

Please don't tell me to relax, it's only my tension that's holding me together.

The true artists is one who insists on producing a supply, whether or not there's any demand.

The fact that many things have no explanation ought to prevent them from happening; but it doesn't.

Time will end all my troubles, but I don't always approve of Time's methods.

I may not be perfect, but parts of me are excellent.