I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.
There are no wise few. Every aristocracy that has ever existed has behaved, in all essential points, exactly like a small mob.
The lesson which life repeats and constantly enforces is 'look under foot.' You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think.
Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt of, not swallowed.
All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.