Wisdom Is One Of The Few Things

Take The Universe And Grind It Down To The Finest Powder And Sieve It Through The Finest Sieve And Then Show Me One Atom Of Justice, One Molecule Of Mercy. And Yet... And Yet You Act As If There Is Some Ideal Order In The World, As If There Is Some... Some Rightness In The Universe By Which It May Be Judged.

Thats How We Survive Infinity - We Kill It By Breaking It Up Into Small Bits.

When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend.

He'd Been Wrong, There Was A Light At The End Of The Tunnel, And It Was A Flamethrower.

The Rising Sun Managed To Peek Around The Vast Column Of Smoke That Forever Rose From Ankh-morpork, City Of Cities, Illustrating Almost Up To The Edge Of Space That Smoke Means Progress Or, At Least, People Setting Fire To Things.