History admits no rules; only outcomes.
In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.
A life spent shaping a world I want Jackson to inherit, not one I fear Jackson shall inherit, this strikes me as a life worth the living.
Trees're always a relief, after people.
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.