Benefits are acceptable, while the receiver thinks he may return them; but once exceeding that, hatred is given instead of thanks.

One murder makes a villain, millions often a hero.

It is possible that our race may be an accident, in a meaningless universe, living its brief life uncared for, on this dark, cooling star

Discipline is like cabbage. We may not care for it ourselves, but feel sure it would be good for somebody else.

It doesn't set off any alarm bells. As is typical with T. Rowe, no transition comes about abruptly; they tend to be planned pretty well.

Muscles come and go; flab lasts.

It turns out there's only one thing that capuchins really, really love - and that's sweet stuff. If you give them a big vat of say, marshmallow fluff, and you let them go at it, what they'll do is eat their body weight in marshmallow fluff, walk away, they'll vomit, and they'll come back and eat their body weight again. And they'll vomit. And they'll do that for as long as there is marshmallow fluff out there. They love marshmallow fluff.