A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?

I change my opinions often, but not my way of thinking.

At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.

Asceticism without religion is just another way of cultivating peculiar sensations.

Disappointment proves that expectations were mistaken.

Masks are what they seem to be; not so the faces beneath them.

Failure makes us envious. Success makes us greedy.