I Got This Story From Someone Who

Death, Only, Renders Hope Futile.

I Do Not Believe That I Am Made Of The Stuff Which Constitutes Heroes, Because, In All Of The Hundreds Of Instances That My Voluntary Acts Have Placed Me Face To Face With Death, I Cannot Recall A Single One Where Any Alternative Step To That I Took Occurred To Me Until Many Hours Later.

You Are Here For But An Instant, And You Mustn't Take Yourself Too Seriously

Traveling Through Space Is Stupifyingly Monotonous.

So Strong Is The Power Of Superstition That Even Though We Know That We Have Been Reverencing A Sham, Yet Still We Hesitate To Admit The Validity Of Our New-found Convictions.