One might accept death reasoningly, with every aspect of the conscious mind, but the body was a brute beast that knew nothing of reason.

Having reached 451 books as of now doesn't help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, "Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one." (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: "I love you, Janet.") [They were. -Janet.]

Was there anything more exciting in life than seeking answers?

Naturally, there's got to be a limit for I don't expect to live forever, but I do intend to hang on as long as possible.

Boasts are wind and deeds are hard.

As artists and traders in medieval cities began to form organizations, they instituted tough initiation ceremonies. Journeymen in Bergen, Norway, were shoved down a chimney, thrown three times into the sea, and soundly whipped. Such rites made belonging to the guild or corporation more precious to those who were accepted, and survived.

To insult someone we call him 'bestial. For deliberate cruelty and nature, 'human' might be the greater insult.