The ultimate truth is penultimately always a falsehood. He who will be proved right in the end appears to be wrong and harmful before it.
Aggressiveness is not the main trouble with the human species, but rather an excess capacity for fanatical devotion.
Two half truths do not make a truth.
A publisher who writes is like a cow in a milk bar.
In the pun, two strings of thought are tangled into one acoustic knot.
When all is said, its atmosphere [England's] still contains fewer germs of aggression and brutality per cubic foot in a crowded bus, pub or queue than in any other country in which I have lived