Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

Nobody gets into heaven without a glowstick.

Be both a speaker of words and a doer of deeds.

I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death

I want answers now or I want them eventually!