Do not trust people. They are capable of greatness.

Is a mountain only a huge stone? Is a planet an enormous mountain?

Burn with that consuming fire of objectivity that forces a man to renew efforts that are doomed to failure.

That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...

It is not good for a man to be too cognizant of his physical and spiritual mechanisms. Complete knowledge reveals limits to human possibilities, and the less a man is by nature limited in his purposes, the less he can tolerate limits.

I have to admit that he was not bad at combinatorial analysis - a branch, however, that even then I considered to be dried up.

Have it compose a poem -- a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every word beginning with the letter s!