And we must think no further of you.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; / Am an attendant lord.

Donne, I suppose, was such another / Who found no substitute for sense. / To seize and clutch and penetrate; / Expert beyond experience.

The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

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