The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.
Like other high subjects, the Law gives no ground to common sense.
Fear of my cruel impulses makes me kind.
Pursuit of the approximate can conclude. Not so pursuit of the absolute.
My young friend supposes his ingenuousness is merely a ruse.
Errors are more numerous than truths, but fortunately too divided among themselves to take power.