The line between what is known scientifically and what has to be assumed in order to support knowledge is impossible to draw. Memory itself is an internal rumour.

It takes patience to appreciate domestic bliss; volatile spirits prefer unhappiness.

People are usually more firmly convinced that their opinions are precious than that they are true.

All living souls welcome whatsoever they are ready to cope with; all else they ignore, or pronounce to be monstrous and wrong, or deny to be possible.

Eloquence is a republican art, as conversation is an aristocratic one.

I believe in general in a dualism between facts and the ideas of those facts in human heads.

In Greece wise men speak and fools decide.