I came to think of myself, not as a dance and chaos of molecules, but as a brief and minute portion of that majestic process

Time sanctifies everything; even the most arrant theft in the hands of the robber's grandchildren becomes sacred and inviolable property.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.

A history of civilization shares the presumptuousness of every philosophical enterprise: it offers the ridiculous spectacle of a fragment expounding the whole. Like philosophy, such a venture has no rational excuse, and is at best but a brave stupidity; but let us hope that, like philosophy, it will always lure some rash spirits into its fatal depths.

Civilization begins with order, grows with liberty, and dies with chaos.

Civilizaton is the interval between Ice Ages.

To give life a meaning, one must have a purpose larger than self.