One Never Knows Whether People Have Principles

After His Death The Gardener Does Not Become A Butterfly, Intoxicated By The Perfumes Of The Flowers, But A Garden Worm Tasting All The Dark, Nitrogenous, And Spicy Delights Of The Soil.

My Dear Miss Glory, Robots Are Not People. They Are Mechanically More Perfect Than We Are, They Have An Astounding Intellectual Capacity, But They Have No Soul.

Much Melancholy Has Devolved Upon Mankind, And It Is Detestable To Me That Might Will Triumph In The End...

There Are Several Ways To Lay Out A Little Garden; The Best Way Is To Get A Gardener.

Relativism Is Neither A Method Of Fighting, Nor A Method Of Creating, For Both Of These Are Uncompromising And At Times Even Ruthless; Rather, It Is A Method Of Cognition.