I believe in general in a dualism between facts and the ideas of those facts in human heads.
I like to walk about amidst the beautiful things that adorn the world.
Self-assurance is contemptible and fatal unless it is self-knowledge.
Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked.
Depression is rage spread thin.
Philosophers are as jealous as women; each wants a monopoly of praise.