Publishers are all cohorts of the devil; there must be a special hell for them somewhere.

Mathematicians are like Frenchmen: whatever you say to them they translate into their own language and forthwith it is something entirely different.

The coward only threatens when he is safe.

No one would talk much in society if they knew how often they misunderstood others.

A man doesn't learn to understand anything unless he loves it.

The web of this world is woven of Necessity and Chance. Woe to him who has accustomed himself from his youth up to find something necessary in what is capricious, and who would ascribe something like reason to Chance and make a religion of surrendering to it.

If you want a wise answer, ask a reasonable question.