Freedom Is Not A License For Chaos.

A Slavish Concern For The Composition Of Words Is The Sign Of A Bankrupt Intellect. Be Gone, Odious Wasp! You Smell Of Decayed Syllables.

What You Learn Today, For No Reason At All, Will Help You Discover All The Wonderful Secrets Of Tomorrow.

So Many Things Are Possible Just As Long As You Don't Know They're Impossible.

The Mathemagician Nodded Knowingly And Stroked His Chin Several Times. “you’ll Find,” He Remarked Gently, “that The Only Thing You Can Do Easily Is Be Wrong, And That’s Hardly Worth The Effort.

I Am The Terrible Trivium, Demon Of Petty Tasks And Worthless Jobs, Ogre Of Wasted Effort, And Monster Of Habit.