Every Uniform Corrupts One's Character.

I Know That I'm The Happiest Of Lovers.

The Machine Has No Feelings, It Feels No Fear And No Hope ... It Operates According To The Pure Logic Of Probability. For This Reason I Assert That The Robot Perceives More Accurately Than Man.

It Is Conceivable At Least That A Late Generation, Such As We Presumably Are, Has Particular Need Of The Sketch, In Order Not To Be Strangled To Death By Inherited Conceptions Which Preclude New Births.... The Sketch Has Direction, But No Ending; The Sketch As Reflection Of A View Of Life That Is No Longer Conclusive, Or Is Not Yet Conclusive.

Dignity: The Doomed Man's Final Refuge.

Either Marriage Is A Destiny, I Believe, Or There Is No Sense In It At All, It's A Piece Of Humbug.