Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.

All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.

It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.

Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

Love requited is a short circuit.