Love may be blind, but if you've ever known a blind person, they still know where everything is.
Most people would rather defend to the death your right to say it than listen to it.
The trouble with always leaving yourself a way out is that you always take it.
The trick to playing second fiddle is to play it like second Stradivarius.
There are more martyrs to nonsense than truth, truth preferring missionaries.
If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?