A spark neglected has often raised a conflagration. [Lat., Parva saepe scintilla contempta magnum excitavit incendium.]

Despair is a great incentive to honorable death.

Haste is slow. [Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]

The deepest rivers flow with the least sound.

The fashions of human affairs are brief and changeable, and fortune never remains long indulgent. [Lat., Breves et mutabiles vices rerum sunt, et fortuna nunquam simpliciter indulget.]

A cowardly cur barks more fiercely than it bites.

A spark neglected has often raised a conflagration.

Nothing can be lasting when reason does not rule.

The mob has no ruler more potent than superstition.

Fear makes men believe the worst.

Posterity pays for the sins of their fathers.

Truth on our level is a different thing from truth for the jellyfish.

Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena where I believed I truly belonged.

The amazing feeling that triggers the fountain of words that flow in my belly.

I won't regret, because you can grow flowers where dirt used to be.

I was not using the gears I usually do for time trials - it was either hard [gear] to pedal, or really low [gear] to pedal; [that] was something special of today.

Though cares and sorrows e'er must come, Though heart be rent, I know that God will give me strength, When mine is spent.

If we could see ourselves... as we really are, we should see ourselves in a world of spiritual natures, our community which neither began at birth nor will end with the death of the body.

You cannot have both truth and what you call civilisation.

The road to Hell is paved with the bones of priests and monks, and the skulls of bishops are the lamp posts that light the path.

One of the more distant concerns is with the visual interpretation of the music. I find it fascinating but I don't always particularly get involved with it.