If the fool persisted in his foolishness, would he become wise?

Not all things must be balanced. When good is weighted against evil, tip the scale.

It is a fundamental property of the universe, an unbreakable law, that matter has the inherent capacity to become more than the sum of its parts.

Man, some people are just so dumb, I don't know if they're actually conscious. Sometimes I think their whole lives might be like a dream, they're just stumbling around, no idea what's going on, mumbling some random nonsense.
And the thing that you have to understand about our time period is that a lot of these people wield enormous power. They run whole countries and corporations.
We've handed over our civilization to people I wouldn't trust to tie their own shoelaces.

The world is so much bigger than we are. It contains things that we can't even imagine, and if we limit outselves to our own minds, we'll never grow.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Byron: We barely even scavenge anymore.
Alcatraz: You call it stagnation, I call it balance.
Byron: And I call you an idiot.

You may linger in my gartden for as long as you wish; but remember, my child, that the new world awaits you, and this place is only a dream.

Just because it's all pimples and hormones and frustration right now doesn't mean it's never going to change.

Babies are ugly. Admit it, we all know it, they look like tiny old people covered in mucus. They have soft heads! And they grow into children, tiny sociopaths with underdeveloped brains. And then they become teenagers, pimply self-righteous lunatics driven by hormones.
And then, slowly, if you're lucky, they gradually become adults.

Zagoran: Remember when you '"fixed" the door to the mayor's office? How long was Herman stuck in there?
Pellegrino: You trap ONE mayor in his office for a week and you're marked for life.

It's funny how you can take something that's 90% true and 10% false and create something that's 100% misleading.

I walk in the garden without fear,
As stars swirl across the sky
And I stand amongst the tall lilies
Who lift their faces to the passing eons.
Here I will do no harm
And no harm will come to me
For at last my long journey is over
And I am at home.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought

Collective action can change the world when it's deliberate and based in reason, but it can also become a mental trap, or a societal pressure valve.