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

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

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.

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.

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.