February... Now more than ever one must remind oneself that it is wasteful folly to wish that time would pass, or - as the puritanical old saying used to have it - to kill time until it kills you.

The cockroach and the bird were both here long before we were. Both could.

Man is the only one in whom the instinct of life falters long enough to enable it to ask the question "Why?

As machines get to be more and more like men, men will come to be more like machines.

Any euphemism ceases to be euphemistic after a time and the true meaning begins to show through. It's a losing game, but we keep on trying.

The rare moment is not the moment when there is something worth looking at, but the moment when we are capable of seeing.

Whenever man forgets that man is an animal, the result is always to make him less humane.