We have just enough religion to make us hate$$$ but not enough to make us love one another.

For how can one know color in perpetual green$$$ and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?

If you knew it all$$$ it would not be creation but dictation.

All I know is that I do not know anything.

More often than not$$$ a hero's most epic battle is the one you never see; its the battle that goes on within him or herself.

Nought may endure but mutability.

If you teach a man anything$$$ he will never learn.

I hear you say 'Why?' Always 'Why?' You see things; and you say 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?'

You cannot have power for good without having power for evil too. Even mother's milk nourishes murderers as well as heroes.

All great truths begin as blasphemies.