This solidity is not true. The apparent solidity is the delusion of the senses and of the self. Everything is made up of infinite, intelligent light.
Money can buy a fine dog but it is kindness that makes him wag his tail.
Einstein - the greatest Jew since Jesus. I have no doubt that Einstein's name will still be remembered and revered when Lloyd George, Foch and William Hohenzollern share with Charlie Chaplin that ineluctable oblivion which awaits the uncreative mind.
Man armed with science is like a baby with a box of matches.
This is my prediction for the future: Whatever hasn't happened will happen, and no one will be safe from it.
Science is vastly more stimulating to the imagination than the classics.
Capitalism, though it may not always give the scientific worker a living wage, will always protect him, as being one of the geese which produce golden eggs for its table.
There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.
We are in desperate need of a well-done romantic lesbian comedy.
The king to Oxford sent a troop of horse, For Tories own no argument but force; With equal care, to Cambridge books he sent, For Whigs allow no force but argument.
Had I known that the heart breaks slowly, dismantling itself into unrecognizable plots of misery. . . had I known yet I would have loved you, your brash and insolent beauty, your heavy comedic face and knowledge of sweet delights, but from a distance I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.