Well I believe in the desirability of an optimal society.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Words, words. They're all we have to go on.

I burn with no causes.

We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?

A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself.

Better a fallen rocket than never a burst of light.