“The future was with Fate. The present was our own.”

My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!

The larger crimes are apt to be the simpler, for the bigger the crime, the more obvious, as a rule, is the motive.

What one man can invent, another can discover.

I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues.

The grand thing is to be able to reason backwards.

I get in the dumps at times, and don’t open my mouth for days on end. You must not think I am sulky when I do that. Just let me alone, and I’ll soon be right.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

We balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination.

There are no fools so troublesome as those who have some wit.

There’s a light in a woman’s eyes that speaks louder than words.

Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

I wanted to end the world, but I’ll settle for ending yours.

It’s every man’s business to see justice done.

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.

I never can resist a touch of the dramatic.

Don’t put things off till it’s too late. You are the DJ of your fate.

Lucky he who has been educated to bear his fate, whatsoever it may be, by an early example of uprightness, and a childish training in honor.

Your faith rests on the future of yourself and others as individuals, mine in the future and fate of our successors.

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

Oh, Vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of Fate are; How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are!

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.

There are things I am more interested in than the clone thing. How are they trying to find their place in the world and make sense of their lives? To what extent can they transcend their fate? As time starts to run out, what are the things that really matter?