Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.

If you're trying to take a roomful of people by surprise, it's a lot easier to hit your targets if you don't yell going through the door.

Good soldiers never pass up a chance to eat or sleep. They never know how much they'll be called on to do before the next chance.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

Wikipedia is so dangerous. You go online to look up the definition of eclampsia, and three hours later you find yourself reading this earnest explanation of tentacle porn in [Japanese] anime.

If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?

If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?