Jede Zeit ist eine Sphinx, die sich in den Abgrund stürzt, sobald man ihr Rätsel gelöst hat. - Heinrich Heine

Wer Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt auch Menschen

I fell asleep reading a dull book, and I dreamed that I was reading on, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

[T]ime is infinite, but the things in time, the concrete bodies, are finite. They may indeed disperse into the smallest particles; but these particles, the atoms, have their determinate numbers, and the numbers of the configurations which, all of themselves, are formed out of them is also determinate. Now, however long a time may pass, according to the eternal laws governing the combinations of this eternal play of repetition, all configurations which have previously existed on this earth must yet meet, attract, repulse, kiss, and corrupt each other again…