I'm Just An Old Man And I

I Do Not Always Know What I Want, But I Do Know What I Don't Want.

Gee, I Wish We Had One Of Them Doomsday Machines Things.

The Destruction Of This Planet Would Have No Significance On A Cosmic Scale: To An Observer In The Andromeda Nebula, The Sign Of Our Extinction Would Be No More Than A Match Flaring For A Second In The Heavens: And If That Match Does Blaze In The Darkness There Will Be None To Mourn A Race That Used A Power That Could Have Lit A Beacon In The Stars To Light Its Funeral Pyre. The Choice Is Ours.

I'm Not Afraid Of Dying Tomorrow, Only Of Being Killed.

Suppose By Chance You Do Get Picked Up. What Have You Done? You Shot A Horse; That Isn't First Degree Murder; In Fact, It Isn't Even Murder; In Fact, I Don't Know What It Is.