Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

What Else Is Love But Understanding And Rejoicing In The Fact That Another Person Lives Acts And Experiences Otherwise Than We Do?

At The Very Moment When Someone Is Beginning To Take Philosophy Seriously, The Whole World Believes The Opposite.

Blessed Are The Forgetful: For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders.

Today As Always, Men Fall Into Two Groups: Slaves And Free Men. Whoever Does Not Have Two-thirds Of His Day For Himself, Is A Slave, Whatever He May Be: A Statesman, A Businessman, An Official, Or A Scholar.

Nobody Thanks A Witty Man For Politeness When He Puts Himself On A Par With A Society In Which It Would Not Be Polite To Show One's Wit.