[B]ut he had lived in a world in which, as he said, no one who loved ideas need hunger mentally.

I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic procession.

In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.

The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness--too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth.

She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.

A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions (of which its author had quite probably never heard). It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.

An education is like a crumbling building that needs constant upkeep with repairs and additions.