Chance arrives unannounced. It emerges, and when it leaves, we are lucky if the changes it has produced are only external.

The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

In certain countries, people seem to be think that three asses together make one intelligent person. However, that is completely wrong. Several asses in concreto make the ass in abstracto and that is a most terrifying animal.

Uneducated people are unfortunate in that they do grasp complex issues, educated people, on the other hand, often do not understand simplicity, which is a far greater misfortune.

The uneducated person perceives only the individual phenomenon, the partly educated person the rule, and the educated person the exception.

When receiving an order, many servants repeat their "yes" numerous times, especially the lazy ones.

Critics are reprimanded when they get sarcastic. How absurd! Is the torch of criticism supposed to shine without burning?