We don't know who discovered water, but we know it wasn't the fish.

Obsolescence never meant the end of anything, it's just the beginning.

The alphabet was one thing when applied to clay or stone, and quite another when set down on light papyrus.

The poet, the artist, the sleuth, whoever sharpens our perception tends to antisocial; rarely 'well adjusted,' he cannot go along with currents and trends.

Whence did the wond'rous mystic art arise, / Of painting SPEECH, and speaking to the eyes? / That we by tracing magic lines are taught, / How to embody, and to colour THOUGHT?

One matter Englishmen don't think in the least funny is their happy consciousness of possessing a deep sense of humor.

The global village is a place of very arduous interfaces and very abrasive situations.