We learned not to waste ammo even on warriors except in self-protection

There is an old song which asserts 'the best things in life are free.' Not true! Utterly false! This was the tragic fallacy which brought on the decadence and collapse of the democracies of the twentieth century; those noble experiments failed because the people had been led to believe that they could simply vote for whatever they wanted...and get it without toil, without sweat, without tears. Nothing of value is free. Even the breath of life is purchased at birth only through gasping effort and pain.

All men are created unequal.

A committee is the only known form of life with a hundred bellies and no brain.

Come Judgment Day, we may find that Mumbo Jumbo the God of the Congo was the Big Boss all along.

The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.

The bugs are not like us. The Pseudo-Arachnids aren’t even like spiders. They are arthropods who happen to look like a madman’s conception of a giant intelligent spider, but their organization, psychological and economic, is more like that of ants or termites; they are communal entities, the ultimate dictatorship of the hive.