Give me a smart idiot over a stupid genius any day.

Let's bring it up to date with some snappy nineteenth century dialogue.

Any man who goes to a psychiatrist ought to have his head examined.

This music won't do. There's not enough sarcasm in it.

Forecasts are difficult to make-particularly those about the future.

I don't think anyone should write their autobiography until after they're dead.

There is a statue of limitation.