A girl with brains ought to do something with them besides think.
He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.
Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
We have roots that grow towards each other underground. And when all the pretty blossom has fallen from our branches we find that we are one tree and not two.
. . . but then the general trouble with ignorance is always that the ignorant person has no idea that that's what they are. You can be ignorant and stupid and go through your whole life without ever encountering any evidence against the hypothesis that you're a genius.
Remember that fear causes to happen the very things it fears. That's why fear should be unknown to us.
When you have children it completely shifts your focus; they become the most passionate love of your life. . .
The dangers that face the world can, every one of them, be traced back to science. The salvations that may save the world will, every one of them, be traced back to science.
I think photographers are too polite. There is not enough anger in photography; it's pretty much trivialized.
Wouldn't it be nice if the internet blew up?
There has always been the same amount of light in the world. The new and missing stars, the comets and eclipses, do not affect thegeneral illumination, for only our glasses appreciate them.