A Martyr's Disciples Suffer More Than The

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

When We Are Tired, We Are Attacked By Ideas We Conquered Long Ago.

Every Step Forward Is Made At The Cost Of Mental And Physical Pain To Someone.

Many A Man Fails As An Original Thinker Simply Because His Memory It Too Good.

And If You Are Not A Bird, Then Beware Of Coming To Rest Above An Abyss.