Pereant, inquit, qui ante nos nostra dixerunt. [Confound those who have said our remarks before us.] or [May they perish who have expressed our bright ideas before us.]

Time goes, you say? Ah no! Time stays, *we* go.

The final delusion is the belief that one has lost all delusions.

Playing an unamplified electric guitar is like strumming on a picnic table.

There is a limit to the admiration we may hold for a man who spends his waking hours poking the contents of chickens with a stick.

There is more to life than increasing its speed.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.