An elephant is a mouse built to government specifications.
Category: Time Enough for Love
Time Enough for Love is a science fiction novel by Robert A. Heinlein, first published in 1973. The work was nominated for the Nebula Award for Best Novel in 1973 and both the Hugo and Locus Awards in 1974.
A committee is a lifeform with six or more legs and no brain.
Yield to temptation; it may not pass your way again.
The more you love, the more you can love and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.
Tilting at windmills hurts you more than the windmills.
Never try to out stubborn a cat.
Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors, and miss.
Always tell her she is beautiful, especially if she is not.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity.
A woman is not property, and husbands who think otherwise are living in a dreamworld.
You live and learn. Or you don’t live long.
When the ship lifts, all bills are paid. No regrets.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
Place your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark.
A generation which ignores history has no past and no future.
Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse.
One man’s theology is another man’s belly laugh.
Delusions are often functional. A mother’s opinions about her children’s beauty, intelligence, goodness, et cetera ad nauseum, keep her from drowning them at birth.
A brute kills for pleasure. A fool kills from hate.
Money is a powerful aphrodisiac. But flowers work almost as well.
There is no conclusive evidence of life after death. But there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know. So why fret about it?
Your enemy is never a villain in his own eyes. Keep this in mind, it may offer a way to make him your friend. If not, you can kill him without hate, and quickly.
A fake fortune teller can be tolerated. But an authentic soothsayer should be shot on sight. Cassandra did not get half the kicking around she deserved.