General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.
For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?
Writers can't write as fast as governments make wars; because to write demands thinking.
A person is really dead only when nobody thinks of him anymore.
On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London. I Who live in Los Angeles and not in London Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be Still more like Los Angeles.