One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light$$$ but by making the darkness conscious.

We work in the dark -- we do what we can -- we give what we have.

If you live long enough$$$ Bill - it's a world of epilogues.

Industrial mana sentient reciprocating engine having a fluctuating output$$$ coupled to an iron wheel revolving with uniform velocity. And then we wonder why this should be the golden age of revolution and mental derangement.

The question of the next generation will not be one of how to liberate the masses$$$ but rather$$$ how to make them love their servitude.

When one individual comes into intimate contact with another$$$ she or he$$$ of course$$$ as the case may be$$$ must almost inevitably receive or inflict suffering.

Our vanity makes us exaggerate the importance of human life; the individual is nothing. Nature cares only for the species.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend as to find a friend worth dying for.

The price we paid was the price men have always paid for achieving a paradise in this life — we went soft$$$ we lost our edge.

There is no real ending. Its just the place where you stop the story.