Politics is the art of preventing people from taking part in affairs which properly concern them.
God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves.
That which has always been accepted by everyone, everywhere, is almost certain to be false.
Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.