We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.
Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.
To judge a man's character by only one of its manifestations is like judging the sea by a jugful of its water.
We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism.
It is not true that men prefer foolish women. Rather they prefer women who can simulate foolishness whenever necessary, which is the very core of intelligence.
With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.