Why do men carry guns and build prison camps, when the nurturing earth is made for freedom?

Of comic novels that have quaffed the elixir of 'classic': Zuleika Dobson by Max Beerbohm.

Wars, invented and organized by the highest available consciousnesses (do the worms go to war? do the fish? do the paramecia?), are the planet's chief source and cause of torment.

To want to be what one can be is purpose in life.

To imagine the unimaginable is the highest use of the imagination

There's a paradox in rereading. You read the first time for rediscovery: an encounter with the confirming emotions. But you reread for discovery: you go to the known to figure out the workings of the unknown, the why of the familiar how.

very bright teeth as big and orderly as piano keys.