To Want To Meet An Author Because

The Progress Of Science, Like An Ancient Desert Trail, Is Strewn With The Bleached Skeletons Of Discarded Theories, Doctrines, And Axioms Which Seemed To Possess Eternal Life.

Two Half-truths Do Not Make A Truth, And Two Half- Cultures Do Not Make A Culture

All "if" Statements About The Past Are As Dubious As Prophecies Of The Future Are. It Seems Fairly Plausible That If Alexander Or Ghengis Khan Had Never Been Born, Some Other Individual Would Have Filled His Place And Executed The Design Of The Hellenic Or Mongolic Expansion; But The Alexanders Of Philosophy And Religion, Of Science And Art, Seem Less Expendable; Their Impact Seems Less Determined By Economic Challenges And Social Pressures; And They Seem To Have A Much Wider Range Of Possibilities To Influence The Direction, Shape And Texture Of Civilizations.

One May Not Regard The World As A Sort Of Metaphysical Brothel For Emotions.

Death Tripped Down The Corridor, Changing Step, Struck Out Here And There, Danced Pirouettes; Often I Felt His Breath On My Face When He Was Miles Away; Often I Fell Asleep And Dreamed While He Stood Leaning Over My Bed.