Why always "not yet"? Do flowers in spring say "not yet"?
No great man is ever born too soon or too late.
I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.
It takes a wise man to handle a lie, a fool had better remain honest.
How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.
It is one of the maladies of our age to profess a frenzied allegiance to truth in unimportant matters, to refuse consistently to face her where graver issues are at stake.