She cried for the life she could not control. She cried for the mentor who had died before her eyes. She cried for the profound loneliness that filled her heart. But, above all, she cried for the future ... which suddenly felt so uncertain.

Wide acceptance of an idea is not proof of its validity.

The decisions of our past are the architects of our present.

My lawyers will fricassee your testicles for breakfast. And if you dare board my plane without a warrant, your spleen will follow.

Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.

Skepticism has become a virtue. Cynicism and demand for proof has become enlightened thought. Is it any wonder that humans now feel more depressed and defeated than they have at any point in human history?

the strange ideas we derive today will one day be our celebrated truths