Animals, whom we have made our slaves, we do not like to consider our equal.
The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet's; but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic's.
Don't send me flowers when I'm dead. If you like me, send them while I'm alive.
Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
An intellectual is a man who doesn't know how to park a bike.
Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay.
When people start asking you to do the same thing over and over again, that's when you know you're way too close to something that you don't want to be near.
There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story.
I fully realize that no wealth or position can long endure, unless built upon truth and justice; therefore, I will engage in no transaction which does not benefit all whom it affects.
The Declaration of Independence I always considered as a theatrical show. Jefferson ran away with all the stage effect of that... and all the glory of it.
We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
One must judge men not by their opinions, but by what their opinions have made of them.
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.
There's real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of reality
Some newspapers are fit only to line the bottom of bird cages.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
I believe today that my conduct is in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.
An intense anticipation itself transforms possibility into reality; our desires being often but precursors of the things which we are capable of performing.