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

History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.

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.

If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.

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.

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.

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