Anger Is Like Ice, And

We Kill Everybody, My Dear. Some With Bullets, Some With Words, And Everybody With Our Deeds. We Drive People Into Their Graves, And Neither See It Nor Feel It.

To Speak The Truth Is The Most Difficult Of All Arts, For In Its "pure" Form, Not Connected With The Interests Of Individuals, Groups, Classes, Or Nations, Truth Is Almost Completely Unsuitable For Use By The Philistine And Is Unacceptable To Him.

Two Forces Are Succesfully Influencing The Education Of A Cultivated Man: Art And Science. Both Are United In The Book.

The More A Human Creature Has Tasted Of Bitter Things The More It Hungers After The Sweet Things Of Life.

One Has To Be Able To Count If Only So That At Fifty One Doesn't Marry A Girl Of Twenty.