I Have Guts, Just Not When It

Eternity Bids Thee To Forget.

We Do An Epically Bad Job Of Acknowledging One Another's Work And Checking Our Sources.

But It Is The Nature Of Stars To Cross, And Never Was Shakespeare More Wrong Than When He Has Cassius Note, ‘the Fault, Dear Brutus, Is Not In Our Stars / But In Ourselves.

The Darkest Nights Produce The Brightest Stars.

Thank You For Explaining That My Eye Cancer Isn't Going To Make Me Deaf. I Feel So Fortunate That An Intellectual Giant Like Yourself Would Deign To Operate On Me.