Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.
He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people.