One school is finished, and the time has come for another to begin.

Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life forms, and they call you crazy.

No one does anything uncharacteristic of who they are.

You teach best what you most need to learn.

Two thousand years ago, five thousand, they didn't have a word for imagination, and faith was the best they could come up with for a pretty solemn bunch of followers.

You are always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.

Mortalhood is a fine state to visit, but you'd better not call it home.