But Aristotle's philosophy was the intellect's Declaration of Independence.

She had learned, in the slums of her childhood, that honest people were never touchy about the matter of being trusted.

The creed of sacrifice is a morality for the immoral.

You love only those who deserve it.

Man's basic vice, the source of all his evils, is the act of unfocusing his mind, the suspension of his consciousness, which is not blindness, but the refusal to see, not ignorance, but the refusal to know.

An inventor is a man who asks 'Why?' of the universe and lets nothing stand between the answer and his mind.

Have you ever felt a potential love for someone? Like, you don't actually love them and you know you don't, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It's almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it's just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don't love them. You could, though. You know you could.