Man is not made to understand life, but to live it.
Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies.
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.
A way foolishness has of revenging itself is to excommunicate the world.
All beauties are to be honored, but only one embraced.
Before you contradict an old man, my fair friend, you should endeavour to understand him.