Sound opinions are valueless. What matters is who holds them.

There are two kinds of writers, those who are and those who aren't. With the first, content and form belong together like soul and body; with the second, they match each other like body and clothes.

Progress celebrates victories over nature. Progress makes purses out of human skin. When people were traveling in mail coaches, the world got ahead better than it does now that salesmen fly through the air. What good is speed if the brain has oozed out on the way? How will the heirs of this age be taught the most basic motions that are necessary to activate the most complicated machines? Nature can rely on progress; it will avenge it for the outrage it has perpetrated on it.

A great deal of learning can be packed into an empty head.

One cannot dictate an aphorism to a typist. It would take too long.

Solitude would be ideal if you could pick the people to avoid.

Children play soldier. That makes sense. But why do soldiers play children?