The principle mark of genius is not perfection but originality, the opening of new frontiers.
Prometheus is reaching out for the stars with an empty grin on his face.
History had a slow pulse; man counted in years, history in generations
Most of us were not afraid of death, only of the act of dying; and there were times when we overcame even this fear. At such moments we were free-men without shadows, dismissed from the ranks of the mortal; it was the most complete experience of freedom that can be granted a man.
One may not regard the world as a sort of metaphysical brothel for emotions.
The prerequisite of originality is the art of forgetting, at the proper moment, what we know.