Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.

Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.

Mankind will discover objects in space sent to us by the watchers.

To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

The year 1999, seventh month, [or simply "sept"] From the sky will come a great King of Terror. To bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, Before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

The body without soul is no longer at the sacrifice. At the day of death it come to rebirth. The divine spirit will make the soul rejoice seeing the eternity of the world.

The year 1999, seventh month, from the sky will come a great King of Terror: to bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.

We need god to prosper those without him will not.

People are a soul-ego-spacesuit.

We have one precious life: do something extraordinary today, even if it's tiny. A pebble starts the avalanche.

At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.

Capitalism has not proven to be a transitional form, a gateway to a higher human future.

I'd like to imagine I won't end up in Hell, but I think I've done too much acid and listened to too much death metal to sit on a cloud next to God with angels floating above my head.

I'm just the kind of person who seems designed, probably by nature, to try to make a difference.

Americans have been selling this view around the world: that progress comes from perfect protection of intellectual property.

Whenever anything is being accomplished, it is being done, I have learned, by a monomaniac with a mission.

Listening to Eric Taylor is better than reading a Larry McMurtry novel and easier on the eyes.

We need students who can learn how to learn, who can discover how to push themselves and are generous enough and honest enough to engage with the outside world to make those dreams happen.