The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

I never use the words HUMANIST or HUMANITARIAN, as it seems to me that to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature.

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

Approval is overrated...Approval and disapproval alike satisfy those who deliver it more than those who receive it. I don't care for approval, and I don't mind doing without.

She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

Science, my dears, is the systematic dissection of nature, to reduce it to working parts that more or less obey universal laws. Sorcery moves in the opposite direction. It doesn't rend, it repairs. It is synthesis rather than analysis. It builds anew rather than revealing the old. In the hands of someone truly skilled,...it is Art.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.