Biologists can be just as sensitive to heresy as theologians.
'It is love and reason,' I said, 'fleeing from all this madness of war.'
Books-bright windows in this life of ours, lit by the shining souls of men.
Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
Democracy's ceremonial, its feast, it's great function, is the election.
And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers - shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle - to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of men.