So-called professional mathematicians have, in their reliance on the relative incapacity of the rest of mankind, acquired for themselves a reputation for profundity very similar to the reputation for sanctity possessed by theologians.

I would give something to know for whose sake precisely those deeds were really done which report says were done for the fatherland.

Man loves company - even if it is only that of a small burning candle.

One should never trust a person who, while assuring you of something, puts his hands on his heart.

Ask yourself always: how can this be done better?

The journalists have constructed for themselves a little wooden chapel, which they also call the Temple of Fame, in which they put up and take down portraits all day long and make such a hammering you can't hear yourself speak.

When a book and a head collide and a hollow sound is heard, must it always have come from the book?