Memory Whispers Someplace In That Jumbled Machinery.

The Dead's Dead ... Get 'em In The Ground And Look To The Live Ones.

You Can Count How Many Seeds Are In The Apple, But Not How Many Apples Are In The Seed.

The Need For Mystery Is Greater Than The Need For An Answer.

I'd Take A Look At My Own Self In The Mirror And Wonder How It Was Possible That Anybody Could Manage Such An Enormous Thing As Being What He Was.

Alongside The Statement About One Man's Poison Being Another Man's High, One Might As Well Add That One Man's Saint Can Be Another Man's Sore And One Man's Hero Can Turn Out To Be That Man's Biggest Hangup.