The list could surely go on, and there is nothing more wonderful than a list, instrument of wondrous hypotyposis.

-Mais parce que je ne pense pas, dit Néron en se relevant.-Et qu'est-ce que tu fais alors?-Je gouverne.

That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

Regretfully, but I have to admit that A. Einstein was right. -''Who?''. Oh, there was such a guy...

I feel no grief for being called somethingwhichI am not;in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a goodback ru

And yet Praecursoris is not punished the same way, only because it is not practical, and he is needed for breeding?

The fool's crime is the crime that is found out and the wise man's crime is the crime that is not found out.

Assumptions are unopened windows that foolish birds fly into, and their broken bodies are evidence gathered too late.

Whatever you are, do not even assume that you will be surrounded and gnawed by luxurious worms of an exquisite breed.

No se podía estimar que hablase bien un hombre que a cada dos por tres decía «en realidad».

Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.

He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.

The Lethean Library, for all its incalculable volumes, is, I know, sadly incomplete without Mr. Goodman's effort.

Personally I know only one person who wrote about utopia. Afterwards he was executed. I suppose it's not my genre.

The Cinderella story in reverse. I only wish there were ashes in the fireplace so I could order you to sweep them out.