Lord, grant that my work increase knowledge and help other men. Failing that, Lord, grant that it will not lead to man’s destruction. Failing that, Lord, grant that my article in Brain be published before the destruction takes place.

Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?

Why is there such a gap between nonspeaking animals and speaking man, when there is no other such gap in nature?

A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.

But there is much to be said for giving up ... grand ambitions and living the most ordinary life imaginable.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

Joy and sadness come by turns.