There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules.

With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.

History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.

We hew and saw and plane facts to make them dovetail with our prejudices, so that they become mere ornaments with which to parade our objectivity.

Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.

To have lived long does not necessarily imply the gathering of much wisdom and experience. One who has pedaled twenty-five thousand miles on a stationary bicycle has not circled the globe. He or she has only garnered weariness.

In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.