One thing only I know, and that is that I know nothing.

One thing only I know, and that is that I know nothing.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give
me liberty or give me death.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give
me liberty or give me death.

The hours that make us happy make us wise.

The hours that make us happy make us wise.

Even if you are the most evil of all sinners, you will cross over all
evil on the raft of read more

Even if you are the most evil of all sinners, you will cross over all
evil on the raft of knowledge. Just as a flaming fire reduces wood to
ashes Argina, so the fire of knowledge reduces all actions to ashes.

It is the moment of evolutionary truth for the race, and what man does
with that moment will be more read more

It is the moment of evolutionary truth for the race, and what man does
with that moment will be more important than the events of the previous
millennia.

Have a bias toward action - let's see something happen now. You can break that big plan into small steps read more

Have a bias toward action - let's see something happen now. You can break that big plan into small steps and take the first step right away.

Non-ambiguity is the shaping force of reality.

Non-ambiguity is the shaping force of reality.

I'm a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I
have of it.

I'm a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I
have of it.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.