This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

The road to the future leads us smack into the wall. We simply ricochet off the alternatives that destiny offers. Our survival is no more than a question of 25, 50 or perhaps 100 years

Death is natural and necessary, but not just. It is a random force of nature; survival is equally accidental. Each loss is an occasion to remember that survival is a gift

On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero

Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it

I know how hard this shit can be, when income is uncertain Hustling just too make a way

The more we exploit nature, The more our options are reduced, until we have only one: to fight for survival

The sum of the whole matter is this, that our civilization cannot survive materially unless it be redeemed spiritually

If the United Nations is to survive, those who represent it must bolster it those who advocate it must submit to it and those who believe in it must fight for it.

He who cannot change the very fabric of his thought will never be able to change reality, and will never, therefore, make any progress