In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

I become drunk as circumstances dictate.

This is no science, this is art, where equations fall away to elements like resolving chords, and where always prevails a symmetry either explicit or multiplex, but always of a crystalline serenity.

I must cite an intrinsic condition of the universe. We set forth in any direction which seems convenient; each leads to the same place: the end of the universe.

Good music always defeats bad luck

Beauty compelled admiration and erotic yearning; such was its organic function. But never by itself could it command love.

The universe is eight billion years old, the last two billion of which have produced intelligent life. During this time not one hour of absolute equity has prevailed.