A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.

Linnaeus and Cuvier have been my two gods, though in very different ways, but they were mere schoolboys to old Aristotle.

Really, there was only one sensible thing to do. Stay the course. Pray it through, day by day, minute by minute. The Lord had an answer and it would surely come. (p. 203)

Illusion is Reality's coy lover who cheers him when he is grim. Illusion is cunning to his wisdom of ages, weet oblivion to his knowledge. A bounty to his lack. [Sabine]

The Lord works in mysterious ways. What's true to one man, a wonder and a marvel, might not seem so to another, as God didn't intend it for him.

An end of something means the beginning of something else, and I don't think that something else is going to be the death of the manned space program.

Its foundations are laid, its cornerstone rests, upon the great truth that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery . . . is his natural and normal condition.

Money is a never-ending problem.

I'm quite interested in the absolute roots of narrative, why we tell stories at all: where the monsters come from.

Anarchy works. Italy has proved it for a thousand years.

Photography is our exorcism. Primitive society had its masks, bourgeois society its mirrors. We have our images.

My greatest point is my persistence... However down I am, I fight until the last ball.