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.

Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.

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

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

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

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.