In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.
There are worse things you can do to people you love than kill them.
No matter how many luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you choose, you'll never be totally happy.
Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.
Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.
Every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren't we killing the future to preserve the present?