So complex is the human spirit that it can itself scarce discern the deep springs which impel it to action.
Arthur Conan DoyleWhat the deuce is it to me?" he interrupted impatiently: "you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.
Arthur Conan Doyle...while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.
Arthur Conan Doyle