He that humbleth himself wishes to be exalted.

When somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.

The magnitude of a progress is gauged by the greatness of the sacrifice that it requires.

As a human being Plato mingles regal, exclusive, and self-contained features with melancholy compassion.

Take a chance and try my fare! It will grow on you, I swear; Soon it will taste good to you!

For nothing is more democratic than logic; it is no respecter of persons and makes no distinction between crooked and straight noses.

What saved me then? Nothing but pregnancy. And each time after I had given birth to my work my life hung suspended by a thin thread.