Man Will Never Be Enslaved

I Find That A Real Gardener Is Not A Man Who Cultivates Flowers; He Is A Man Who Cultivates The Soil. He Is A Creature Who Digs Himself Into The Earth And Leaves The Sight Of What Is On It To Us Gaping Good-for-nothings. He Lives Buried In The Ground. He Builds His Monument In A Heap Of Compost. If He Came Into The Garden Of Eden, He Would Sniff Excitedly And Say: "good Lord, What Humus!"

One Never Knows Whether People Have Principles On Principle Or Whether For Their Own Personal Satisfaction.

My Dear Miss Glory, Robots Are Not People. They Are Mechanically More Perfect Than We Are, They Have An Astounding Intellectual Capacity, But They Have No Soul.

Dumb Dog. I Bought A Dog Whistle. He Won't Use It.

Relativism Is Neither A Method Of Fighting, Nor A Method Of Creating, For Both Of These Are Uncompromising And At Times Even Ruthless; Rather, It Is A Method Of Cognition.