Nothing worth knowing can be taught.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
The ability of the theist to misunderstand a thing is directly proportional to the obviousness of the thing.
sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it
All thought is immoral. Its very essence is destruction. If you think of anything, you kill it. Nothing survives being thought of.
The value of an idea has nothing whatever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it.