I had a terrible vision: I saw an encyclopedia walk up to a polymath and open him up.
Squeeze human nature into the straitjacket of criminal justice and crime will appear.
Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden.
A snob is unreliable. The work he praises might just be good.
My respect for the inconsiderable is assuming gigantic dimensions.
A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful.