Once there was a race, quite unlike the human race - quite. I have no way of describing to you what they looked like or how they lived, but they had one characteristic you can understand: they were creative. The creating and enjoying of works of art was their occupation and their reason for being.

Hit it! You have to hit it harder than that. Electrons are timid little things but notional; you have to let them know who’s boss.

The Universe was a silly place at best...but the least likely explanation for it was the no-explanation of random chance, the conceit that abstract somethings 'just happened' to be atoms that 'just happened' to get together in ways which 'just happened' to look like consistent laws and some configurations 'just happened' to possess self-awareness and that two 'just happened' to be the Man from Mars and a bald-headed old coot with Jubal inside.

If you wanted to teach a baby a lesson, would you cut its head off?

Humans hardly ever learn from the experience of others. They learn - when they do, which isn't often - on their own, the hard way.

Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily.

That old saw about the early bird just proves that the worm should have stayed in bed.