I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

No single organism could be understood without observing and comprehending the entire colony.

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.

The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.

There are people who will say that this whole account is a lie, but a thing isn't necessarily a lie even if it didn't necessarily happen.

A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean question: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well - or ill?

it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.