"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.

The meaning of life, Nikodemos, is to live life with meaning. The purpose of life is merely to live it, perhaps to give it.

We've the new hard-steel, though why they're all so hot to pay twice the price when men're soft as clay and even wood will pierce the boldest belly, I can't say.

So some will be left who remember.

The gods want to bring a better day, and you are their messengers. Trust not in all you see. Trust only in your hearts. And in us, who love you both.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

Let fools believe what fools believe.