Is there anything more terrible than a "call"? It affords an occasion for the exchange of the most threadbare commonplaces. Calls and the theatre are the two great centers for the propagation of platitudes.

Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.

Anyone who in discussion relies upon authority uses, not his understanding, but rather his memory.

Knowledge for the sake of knowledge! Truth for truth's sake! This is inhuman.

From the subterranean ore of memory we extract the jeweled visions of our future.

A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.

Fear is the start of wisdom.