There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

But it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish.

If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets.

Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who so survive.

The stakes in conflict do not change. Battle determines who will control the wealth or its equivalent.

A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct.

Caution is the path to mediocrity.