Theories pass. The frog remains.
Certain brief sentences are peerless in their ability to give one the feeling that nothing remains to be said.
God, that checkroom of our dreams.
Nothing leads the scientist so astray as a premature truth.
I don't judge a regime by the damning criticism of the opposition, but by the ingenuous praise of the partisan.
Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.