In a large university, there are as many deans and executive heads as there are schools and departments. Their relations to one another are intricate and periodic; in fact, "galaxy" is too loose a term: it is a planetarium of deans with the President of the University as a central sun. One can see eclipses, inner systems, and oppositions.

Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball, the rules and realities of the game - and do it by watching first some high school or small-town teams.

Idealism springs from deep feelings, but feelings are nothing without the formulated idea that keeps them whole.

The professionals resemble and recognize each other by virtue of the stigmata that their trade has left upon them. They are like the dog in the fable, whose collar has made an indelible mark around his neck. The amateur is the shaggy wolf whom no dog had better trust too far.

If civilization has risen from the Stone Age, it can rise again from the Wastepaper Age.

The history of creation is but a succession of battles between amateurs of genius-inspired heretics- and orthodox professionals.

Boredom and fatigue are great historical forces.