One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now - why, you can't find all the cards.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

Boileau said that Kings, Gods and Heroes only were fit subjects for literature. The writer can only write about what he admires. Present-day kings aren't very inspiring, the gods are on a vacation and about the only heroes left are the scientists and the poor.

When a man says he does not want to speak of something he usually means he can think of nothing else.

With knowledge there is no hope,... without hope I would sit motionless, rusting like unused armor.

Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.

The quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we.