The theologians have recognized that the ideal is the imitation of God. If we be a part of such an organic thing, this thing is God to us, as I am God to the cells that compose me.

A procession of the damned. By the damned, I mean the excluded. We shall have a procession of data that Science has excluded.

People with a psychological need to believe in marvels are no more prejudiced and gullible than people with a psychological need not to believe in marvels.

Sometimes I am a collector of data, and only a collector, and am likely to be gross and miserly, piling up notes, pleased with merely numerically adding to my stores.

The Earth is a farm. We are someone else's property.

I think, therefore I'm going to have breakfast.

Almost all people are hypnotics. The proper authority saw to it that the proper belief should be induced, and the people believed properly.

In measuring a circle, one begins anywhere.

One can't learn much and also be comfortable One can't learn much and let anybody else be comfortable

There is not a physicist in the world who can perceive when a parlor magician palms off playing-cards.

Do you want power over something? Be more nearly real than it.

If you are able to focus unswervingly on your goals, then all that you desire will become yours.

I call therefore a complete and generous education that which fits a man to perform justly, skilfully and magnanimously all the offices both private and public, of peace and war.

I love you so much. Our love is eternal.

Sometimes, you chase the moment and you can never catch it. Films take so long to make that you can never anticipate what the cultural landscape will be when the film enters the world.

In the news this week, the polls continue to slide for Gordon Brown and some people are saying he's dead and buried. But I think the opposite - I say GORDON'S ALIVE!

I feel I overcame something pretty great.

Now, what produces a want of demand A refusal to take from other countries the commodities which they produce.

The friendship that can come to an end, never really began.

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,And speed glum heroes up the line of death.

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