Chance is the pseudonym God uses when He'd rather not sign His own name.

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.

Distrust even Mathematics; albeit so sublime and highly perfected, we have here a machine of such delicacy it can only work in vacuo, and one grain of sand in the wheels is enough to put everything out of gear. One shudders to think to what disaster such a grain of sand may bring a Mathematical brain. Remember Pascal.

There is only one science, love, one riches, love, only one policy, love. To make love is all the law and the prophets.

A simple style is like white light. Although complex, it does not appear to be so.

Universal peace will be realized, not because man will become better, but because a new order of things, a new science, new economic necessities, will impose peace.

The mania of thinking renders one unfit for every activity.