Better freedom and a chilly road than a warm hearth and servitude.
A scientist ought to have a healthy disregard for coincidences.
The result is ... that there's no room left in the world for the weird – though plenty for crude, contemptuous, wisecracking, fun-poking imitations of it.
Of course, if you assume a big enough conspiracy, you can explain anything, including the cosmos itself.
Nations are as equal as so many madmen or drunkards.
There was always something new to be seen in the unchanging night sky.