We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him.

Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.

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.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

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.