Jealousy Is The Fear Of Comparison.

A Real Life, A Life That Leaves A Deposit In The Shape Of Something Alive.... It's Difficult To Say What Makes A Life A Real Life.... You Could Also Say It Depends On A Person Being Identical With Himself.

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.

The Difference Between An Author And A Horse Is That The Horse Doesn't Understand The Horse Dealer's Language.

Why Do Dying People Never Shed Tears?

We Live Technologically, With Man As The Master Of Nature, Man As The Engineer, And Let Anyone Who Raises His Voice Against It Stop Using Bridges Not Built By Nature.... No Electric Light Bulbs, No Engines, No Atomic Energy, No Calculating Machines, No Anaesthetics-back To The Jungle.