...in an infinite universe, anything that could be imagined might somewhere exist.
Stay low, stay quiet, keep it simple, don't expect too much, enjoy what you have.
If I drive myself to the brink of my ability, then I don't get stale or bored.
Alliteration seems to offend people.
I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning...as does death.
Loving the ideal more than the reality is the cause of all the misery the human species creates for itself.