Give me something huge to fight, — and I should enjoy that — but why make me sweep the dust?

Better is old wine than new, and old friends like-wise.

He was one of those men who possess almost every gift, except the gift of the power to use them.

In the four hundred and thirteenth year of the Christian era, some three hundred miles above Alexandria, the young monk Philammon was sitting on the edge of a low range of inland cliffs, crested with drifting sand.

For science is ... like virtue, its own exceeding great reward.

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

Science frees us in many ways...from the bodily terror which the savage feels. But she replaces that, in the minds of many, by a moral terror which is far more overwhelming.