Science says the first word on everything, and the last word on nothing.

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?

Popularity? It's glory's small change.

Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.

Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw. Germination includes the hatching of a meteor and the tap of a swallow's bill breaking the egg, and it leads forward the birth of an earth-worm and the advent of Socrates.

I like the laughter that opens the lips and the heart, shows at the same time the pearls and the soul.