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.

History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.

Many a necklace becomes a noose.

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

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

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.

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