As long as I’m going to commit a crime, let it be a perfect one. - Lois McMaster Bujold

“I am not schizoid.” Miles bit off. “A little manic-depressive, maybe,” he admitted in afterthought.
Galeni’s lips twitched. “Know thyself.”
“We try, sir.”

The man who assumes everything is a lie is at least as mistaken as the one who assumes everything is true. If no guarantee can suit you, perhaps the flaw is not in the guarantee, but in you.

He said that permitting private judgments to turn my duty in the smallest matter would be just like getting a little bit pregnant — that the consequences would very soon get beyond me.