Under the species of Syndicalism and Fascism there appears for the first time in Europe a type of man who does not want to give reasons or to be right, but simply shows himself resolved to impose his opinions.

It turns out to be the new Planet, which, a decade and a half later, will be known first as the Georgian, and then as Herschel, after its official Discoverer, and more lately as Uranus.

Thomas Pynchon

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth --look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

Soren Kierkegaard

I beg you take courage the brave soul can mend even disaster.

Catherine the Great

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Maturity consists in no longer being taken in by oneself.

Kajetan Von Schlaggenberg

Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form.

Karl Marx

Even if I know I shall never change the masses, never transform anything permanent, all I ask is that the good things also have their place, their refuge.

Richard Wagner

We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.

Simone Weil

[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

Clive Barker

One hardly knows where, in the history of science, to look for an important movement that had its effective start in so pure and simple an accident as that which led to the building of the great Washington telescope, and went on to the discovery of the satellites of Mars.

Simon Newcomb

Progress is a nice word. But change is its motivator. And change has its enemies.

Robert Kennedy

Behold the Child among his new-born blissesA six years' Darling of a pigmy size!See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,With light upon him from his father's eyes!See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,Some fragment from his dream of human life,Shaped by himself with newly-learned art.

William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimat