… the silent artillery of time
Soap and education are not as sudden as a massacre, but they are more deadly in the long run.
The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.
Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last
Teaching school is but another word for sure and not very slow destruction.
Many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.
The dignified catastrophes of tragedy bear little resemblance to the slow ruin inflicted by life.
The end approaches, but the apocalypse is long lived.
The touch of time does more than the club of Hercules.
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth.
Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.
