The world was to Shakespeare a great stage of fools on which he was utterly bewildered. His pregnant observations of life are not coordinated into any philosophy.

Fashions are induced epidemics.

There is nothing on earth intended for innocent people so horrible as a school.

When you read a biography remember that the truth is never fit for publication.

[Man] progresses in all things by making a fool of himself.

All roads end at the grave, which is the gate to nothingness.

While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered animals, how can we expect any ideal living conditions on this earth?