Unhappiness does make people look stupid.
Yet, every now and then, there would pass a young girl, slender, fair and desirable, arousing in young men a not ignoble desire to possess her, and stirring in old men regrets for ecstasy not seized and now forever past.
People who don't count won't count.
Ignorance and error are necessary to life, like bread and water.
It is the certainty that they possess the truth that makes men cruel.
Chance is the pseudonym God uses when He'd rather not sign His own name.