I've been wondering, what made our ancestors settle in these godforsaken places? It can't have been easy with those frail, squishy bodies of theirs.
What makes a caveman go yes, this frozen hellscape is where I want to live out my days?

Ther is no tool that is not also a weapon; and no human that would wield it as one.

If humankind had no more cause for war, if would make war for sport instead.

When you are asked, "Where is God? Who is God?" stand up and say, "I am God and here is God, not as yet completed, but still advancing towards completion, just in so much as I am working for the purpose of the universe, working for the good of the whole of society and the whole world, instead of merely looking after my personal ends."

The honest philosopher is rewarded with poison; the hypocrite is rewarded with power.