This searching and doubting and vacillating where nothing is clear but the arrogance of quest. I, too, had such noble ideas when I was still a boy.

Compilers resemble gluttonous eaters who devour excessive quantities of healthy food just to excrete them as refuse.

No matter which word it is, when I pronounce repeatedly, it ends up sounding utterly ridiculous and meaningless to me.

Historical! Must it be historical to catch your attention? Even though historicity, like notoriety, denotes nothing more than thatsomething has occurred.

I look around me and nowhere do I see a stamp of disapproval with which nature marked a woman's candid brow.

Plato calls complacency the companion of loneliness.

The noble woman is half a man, even a complete one. Only their imperfections make them women.