People who never have any time on their hands are those who do the least.

Delight at having understood a very abstract and obscure system leads most people to believe in the truth of what it demonstrates.

Many intelligent people, when about to write . . . , force on their minds a certain notion about style, just as they screw up their faces when they sit for their portraits.

Just as the performance of the vilest and most wicked deeds requires spirit and talent, so even the greatest demand a certain insensitivity which under other circumstances we would call stupidity.

Perhaps in time the so-called Dark Ages will be thought of as including our own.

I have never yet met anyone who did not think it was an agreeable sensation to cut tinfoil with scissors.

There is a great difference between believing in something and believing in it again.