I would never rest until I held vengeance and the throne within my hand, and good night sweet prince to anybody who stood between me and these things.

No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.

Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.

There are none of you, good doctors, could cope with my family anyway.

Even a mirror will not show you yourself, if you do not wish to see.