As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction

Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

Every new stroke of civilization has cost the lives of countless brave men, who have fallen defeated by the dragon, in their efforts to win the apples of the Hesperides, or the fleece of gold. Fallen in their efforts to overcome the old, half sordid savagery of the lower stages of creation, and win the next stage.

So as long as you can forget your body you are happy and the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. So if civilization is any good, it has to help us forget our bodies, and then time passes happily without our knowing it. Help us get rid of our bodies altogether.

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.