He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions.

Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.

(Suicide) takes some doing, with maybe pain and maybe hell.

I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.

Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.