When I come upon anything-in Logic or in any other hard subject-that entirely puzzles me, I find it a capital plan to talk it over, aloud, even when I am all alone. One can explain things so clearly to one's self! And then, you know, one is so patient with one's self: one never gets irritated at one's own stupidity!

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be it would. You see?

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

No Ghost of any common sense begins a conversation

Sentence first, verdict afterwards.

A thick stick in one's hand makes people respectful.

You shouldn't make jokes if it makes you so unhappy.