We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism.

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

Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.

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

Having read the inscriptions upon the tombstones of the great and little cemeteries, Wang Peng advised the Emperor to kill all the living and resurrect the dead.

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.