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| #91 | | Facts are the enemy of truth.
-- Don Quixote
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| #92 | | Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.
-- Sir Walter Raleigh
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| #93 | | Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.
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| #94 | | Faith is under the left nipple.
-- Martin Luther
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| #95 | | Fill what's empty, empty what's full, scratch where it itches.
-- Alice Roosevelt Longworth
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| #96 | | ... "fire" does not matter, "earth" and "air" and "water" do not matter.
"I" do not matter. No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers
words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him.
He looks upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see
them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first time.
Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes them, thinking he
knows them in the naming.
-- Roger Zelazny, "Lord of Light"
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| #97 | | For fast-acting relief, try slowing down.
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| #98 | | For good, return good.
For evil, return justice.
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| #99 | | For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in
despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the
implacable grandeur of this life.
-- Albert Camus
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| #100 | | For your penance, say five Hail Marys and one loud BLAH!
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