Life is a first draft... with NO rewrite.

In the arts of life main invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence and famine. ... There is nothing in Man's industrial machinery but his greed and sloth: his heart is in his weapons.

I like to quote myself frequently and often, it makes me sound much more intelligent than I actually am.

The notion that Nature does not proceed by jumps is only one of the budget of plausible lies that we call classical education. Nature always proceeds by jumps. She may spend twenty thousand years making up her mind to jump; but when she makes it up at last, the jump is big enough to take us into a new age.

A conquered nation is like a man with cancer: he can think of nothing else.

Thus, I blush to add, you can not be a philosopher and a good man, though you may be a philosopher and a great one.

Every dream is a prophecy: every jest is an earnest in the womb of Time.