To judge a man's character by only one of its manifestations is like judging the sea by a jugful of its water.

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

For having expressed an opinion, however far-fetched, we straightway become its slave, ready to die defending it, and even ready to believe it. And many continue to be martyrs to causes which have ceased to exist, their crowns rusting upon their heads as tin wreaths rust upon forgotten tombs.

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

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.

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.