But if there must be an end, let it be loud. Let it be bloody. Better to burn than to wither away in the dark.

This is a grave. There is no honor here in broken tools and old bones, only in the deeds of our children.

She had stayed home and worked hard and a posthumous recognition had eventually followed. Not that Buck hadn't worked hard, sure he did, but in the end the body won't hold up as a work of art.

Many older physicians had gone to their graves calling Pasteur a liar, a fool, or worse---and without examining evidence which their “common sense” told them was impossible.

In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.

The architect should strive continually to simplify the ensemble of the rooms should then be carefully considered that comfort and utility may go hand in hand with beauty.

It is not impossible to suppose that in this case our luminary was taken in the act.

The most colorful section of a bookstore is the display of SF books, with art by people like Wayne Barlow, who is a terrific artist.

Life is the constant opportunity to wake up.

Maybe the '50s and '60s were more awkward because everyone knew there were things under the surface, but no one talked about them.

Im saving up to buy art. Nothing famous, but every time Im in a new city I wander into galleries and dream about buying great pieces one day.

Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.