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

Men still have to be governed by deception.

Imagine the world so greatly magnified that particles of light look like twenty-four-pound cannon balls.

What is the good of drawing conclusions from experience? I don't deny we sometimes draw the right conclusions, but don't we just as often draw the wrong ones?

Everyone is perfectly willing to learn from unpleasant experience - if only the damage of the first lesson could be repaired.

Perhaps pure reason without heart would never have thought of God.

Do we write books so that they shall merely be read? Don't we also write them for employment in the household? For one that is read from start to finish, thousands are leafed through, other thousands lie motionless, others are jammed against mouseholes, thrown at rats, others are stood on, sat on, drummed on, have gingerbread baked on them or are used to light pipes.