The future, like everything else, is no longer quite what it used to be.

The only treaties that ought to count are those which would effect a settlement between ulterior motives.

It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.

We are enriched by our reciprocate differences.

The folly of mistaking oneself for an oracle is built right into us.

To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.

The most ridiculous were those who, on their own authority, made themselves the judges and justices of the tribe. They seemed never to suspect that our judgments judge us, and that nothing exposes our weaknesses and reveals ourselves more naively than the attitude of pronouncing upon our neighbors.