It is a question whether, when we break a murderer on the wheel, we do not fall into the error a child makes when it hits the chair it has bumped into.

Nothing makes one old so quickly as the ever-present thought that one is growing older.

One might call habit a moral friction: something that prevents the mind from gliding over things but connects it with them and makes it hard for it to free itself from them.

You can just role a wheel chair on and strap it in and ride.

Many things about our bodies would not seem to us so filthy and obscene if we did not have the idea of nobility in our heads.

If you are going to build something in the air it is always better to build castles than houses of cards.