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.

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

History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.

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

In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.

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.

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