Those Who Never Have Time

What Concerns Me Alone I Only Think, What Concerns My Friends I Tell Them, What Can Be Of Interest To Only A Limited Public I Write, And What The World Ought To Know Is Printed.

What Is Called An Acute Knowledge Of Human Nature Is Mostly Nothing But The Observer's Own Weaknesses Reflected Back From Others.

I Look Upon Book Reviews As An Infantile Disease Which New-born Books Are Subject To.

The Grave Is Still The Best Shelter Against The Storms Of Destiny.

I Am Confident Of My Ability To Demonstrate That One Can Sometimes Believe In Something And Yet Not Believe In It. Nothing Is Less Fathomable Than The Systems That Motivate Our Actions.