Why should human females become sterile in their forties, while female crocodiles continue to lay eggs into their third century?

I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise.

Specialized meaninglessness has come to be regarded, in certain circles, as a kind of hallmark of true science.

Civilization means food and literature all round. Beefsteaks and fiction magazines for all. First-class proteins for the body, fourth-class love-stories for the spirit.

Industrial man—a sentient reciprocating engine having a fluctuating output, coupled to an iron wheel revolving with uniform velocity. And then we wonder why this should be the golden age of revolution and mental derangement.

Man approaches the unattainable truth through a succession of errors.

What the rest of us see only under the influence of mescalin, the artist is congenitally equipped to see all the time.