Thinking is hard work. One can't bear burdens and ideas at the same time

Life is a series of sensations connected to different states of consciousness

Man begins by loving love and ends by loving a woman. Woman begins by loving a man and ends by loving love.

Art is the accomplice of love.

Of all the sexual aberrations, perhaps the most peculiar is chastity.

Man associates ideas not according to logic or verifiable exactitude, but according to his pleasure and interests. It is for this reason that most truths are nothing but prejudices.

A definition is a sack of flour compressed into a thimble

Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.

Man has made use of his intelligence; he invented stupidity.

Knowledge has its end in itself, apart from any idea of life and propagation of the species.

It is well-nigh obvious that those who are in favor of the death penalty have more affinities with murderers than those who oppose it.

Good mothers are underrated, just like good defense.

When I'm doing well, it's like I'm in a nice little ballet. Everything is going slow all around me. It's very peaceful.

I have another question: Hillary Clinton, lying to the American people about her selfish, awful judgment in making our secrets vulnerable.Guilty or not guilty?

Man emulates earth Earth emulates heaven Heaven emulates the Way The way emulates nature.

God does not punish directly. His ways are inscrutable.

People commonly educate their children as they build their houses, according to some plan they think beautiful, without considering whether it is suited to the purposes for which they are designed.

The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it... I can resist everything but temptation.

What do you think it is?" "It could be anything from a lawn trimmer to a bomb, for all I know." "I would never build a lawn trimmer," Myrnin said. "What did the lawn ever do to me?

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.