Matter is divisible ad infinitum, while form is indivisible.
The moment you think you understand a great work of literature, you're probably wrong.
The writer’s first job is not to have opinions but to tell the truth.
The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.