There is sublime thieving in all giving. Someone gives us all he has and we are his.
There would be no society if living together depended upon understanding each other.
Those in possession of absolute power can not only prophesy and make their prophecies come true, but they can also lie and make their lies come true.
To become different from what we are, we must have some awareness of what we are.
To know a person's religion we need not listen to his profession of faith but must find his brand of intolerance.
We have rudiments of reverence for the human body, but we consider as nothing the rape of the human mind.
To the old, the new is usually bad news.
We have perhaps a natural fear of ends. We would rather be always on the way than arrive. Given the means, we hang on to them and often forget the ends.
We are least open to precise knowledge concerning the things we are most vehement about.
We are told that talent creates its own opportunities. But it sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents.
We do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true; they ruin our dreams.
There is no loneliness greater than the loneliness of a failure. The failure is a stranger in his own house.
To spell out the obvious is often to call it in question.
We all have private ails. The troublemakers are they who need public cures for their private ails.
It would be difficult to exaggerate the degree to which we are influenced by those we influence.