Heroes exterminate each other for the benefit of people who are not heroes.
The more rapidly a civilization progresses, the sooner it dies for another to rise in its place.
The Promised Land always lies on the other side of a Wilderness.
What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.
It is becoming clear that the old platitudes can no longer be maintained, and that if we wish to improve our morals we must first improve our knowledge.
I always seem to have a vague feeling that he is a Satan among musicians, a fallen angel in the darkness who is perpetually seeking to fight his way back to happiness.