It Is Only The Poor Who Are

We Find It Hard To Picture To Ourselves The State Of Mind Of A Man Of Older Days Who Firmly Believed That The Earth Was The Centre Of The Universe, And That All The Heavenly Bodies Revolved Around It. He Could Feel Beneath His Feet The Writhings Of The Damned Amid The Flames; Very Likely He Had Seen With His Own Eyes And Smelt With His Own Nostrils The Sulphurous Fumes Of Hell Escaping From Some Fissure In The Rocks. Looking Upwards, He Beheld ... The Incorruptible Firmament, Wherein The Stars Hung Like So Many Lamps.

The Future Is A Convenient Place For Dreams.

It's Not By Amusing Oneself That One Learns.

Word-carpentry Is Like Any Other Kind Of Carpentry: You Must Join Your Sentences Smoothly.

No Government Ought To Be Without Censors; And Where The Press Is Free, No One Ever Will. Chance Is The Pseudonym Of God When He Did Not Want To Sign.