Prayers without accordant action are silent lies told to oneself, heard by no God, amounting to nothing. Action is the language of truth, the prayers of the Saints.
If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants.
You don’t play for revenge, you play for respect and pride.
The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways. I to die, and you to live. Which is better God only knows.
I think it is a mistake to judge science by Nobel Prizes.
What counts now are the value-less facts, the material and the rational. All else is regarded with condescension as being of only sentimental value.
Man once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the sport of every wind.
Logic is like the sword–those who appeal to it shall perish by it.
Never memorize something that you can look up.
That rifle on the wall of the labourer’s cottage or working class flat is the symbol of democracy. It is our job to see that it stays there.