If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
Many a necklace becomes a noose.
With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.
Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.
Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him.
Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.