Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing the things historians usually record, while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing songs, write poetry and even whittle statues. The story of civilization is what happened on the banks.

It is one of the most culpable oversights of nature that virtue and beauty so often come in separate packages.

Inquiry is fatal to certainty.

Caesar's armies marched on vegetarian foods.

The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It's the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.

Can a civilization hold together if man abandons his faith in God?

It is true that even across the Himalayan barrier India has sent to the west, such gifts as grammar and logic, philosophy and fables, hypnotism and chess, and above all numerals and the decimal system.