A beautiful woman looking at her image in the mirror may very well believe the image is herself. An ugly woman knows it is not.

Our science is like a store filled with the most subtle intellectual devices for solving the most complex problems, and yet we are almost incapable of applying the elementary principles of rational thought.

The contemporary form of true greatness lies in a civilization founded upon the spirituality of work.

Every perfect life is a parable invented by God.

Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.

Official history is a matter of believing murderers on their own word.

What hope is there for innocence if it is not recognized?