In democratic countries, knowledge of how to combine is the mother of all other forms of knowledge; on its progress depends that of all the others.

Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

It’d be bad enough without the complication of a feudal trade culture which turns its back on most science.

I’m afraid of committing myself,” she thought to herself. She wanted to follow all possible paths and so ended up following none.