Society and the World

One day it happens. Success happens and it catches you by surprise. One day you are a signature, next day, you are an autograph.

Every success is usually an admission ticket to a new set of decisions.

Success is a lousy teacher. It seduces smart people into thinking they can’t lose.

Success took me to her bosom like a maternal boa constrictor.

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed.

Success is sweet, the sweeter if long delayed and attained through manifold struggles and defeats.

The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence: in other words, it is war minus the shooting.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence: in other words, it is war minus the shooting.

There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine which intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

There is no sin except stupidity.

After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.

There’s only one real sin, and that is to persuade oneself that the second-best is anything but the second-best.

We are not punished for our sins, but by them.

All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation.

One leak will sink a ship: and one sin will destroy a sinner.

To sin by silence when we should protest, Makes cowards of men.

There is an eloquent silence: it serves sometimes to approve, sometimes to condemn.

Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature; and the error is ineradicable.

Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature; and the error is ineradicable.

Every stink that fights the ventilator thinks it is Don Quixote.

There’s only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.

A scientist in his laboratory is not only a technician: he is also a child placed before natural phenomena which impress him like a fairy tale.

Modern science has been a voyage into the unknown, with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop.