Every nation thinks its own madness normal and requisite; more passion and more fancy it calls folly, less it calls imbecility.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with the part of another; people are friends in spots.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Experience seems to most of us to lead to conclusions, but empiricism has sworn never to draw them.

Chaos is perhaps at the bottom of everything.

Our occasional madness is less wonderful than our occasional sanity.

Only the dead have seen the end of the war.