The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Procrastination is the thief of time.