Only A Great Mind That Is Overthrown

History, Like A Vast River, Propels Logs, Vegetation, Rafts, And Debris; It Is Full Of Live And Dead Things, Some Destined For Resurrection; It Mingles Many Waters And Holds In Solution Invisible Substances Stolen From Distant Soils.

Old Age Is Like Learning A New Profession. And Not One Of Your Own Choosing.

In A Large University, There Are As Many Deans And Executive Heads As There Are Schools And Departments. Their Relations To One Another Are Intricate And Periodic; In Fact, "galaxy" Is Too Loose A Term: It Is A Planetarium Of Deans With The President Of The University As A Central Sun. One Can See Eclipses, Inner Systems, And Oppositions.

When People Accept Futility And The Absurd As Normal, The Culture Is Decadent.

I Have Always Been - I Think Any Student Of History Almost Inevitably Is - A Cheerful Pessimist.