Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him. It is the moment when his emotions achieve their most powerful sway over him, and afterward when you say to this person "the world today" or "life" or "reality" he will assume that you mean this moment, even if it is fifty years past. The world, through his unleashed emotions, imprinted itself upon him, and he carries the stamp of that passing moment forever.

Sarcasm is the protest of the weak.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

We are all born equally far from the sun.

The next major advance in the health of the American people will be determined by what the individual is willing to do for himself.

Everything has to evolve or else it perishes.

Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him.