Old age is fifteen years older than I am.

There are three natural anaesthetics: Sleep, fainting, and death.

Reason may be the lever, but sentiment gives you the fulcrum and the place to stand on if you want to move the world.

Our test of truth is a reference to either a present or imagined future majority in favour of our view.

And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound.

We expect more of ourselves than we have any right to.

Society is always trying in some way to grind us down to a single flat surface.