What isn’t clear, isn’t French.
Wrong is wrong; no fallacy can hide it, no subterfuge cover it so shrewdly but that the All-Seeing One will discover and punish it.
Axioms are delightful in theory, but impossible in practice.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.