I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.
Theories pass. The frog remains.
Prerequisite for rereadability in books: that they be forgettable.
God, that checkroom of our dreams.
Renown? I've already got more of it than those I respect, and will never have as much as those for whom I feel contempt.
A few great minds are enough to endow humanity with monstrous power, but a few great hearts are not enough to make us worthy of using it.