As long as our civilisation keeps trundling along generally forwards, then there is the possibility of a future where ethnicity is merely an interesting badge, not a uniform you can't take off.

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

Why fight the 'natural' (oh, weaselly word!) order of things? Why? Because of this--one fine day, a purely predatory world shall consume itself. In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.

Lunatics are writers whose works write them.

What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.

If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way.

If your words're true, they're armed.