We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
True friends are those who really know you but love you anyway.
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.
Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.
I got up the third step and reached for the fourth, but it wasn't there.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.