I bet the human brain is a kludge.
Nothing endures but personal qualities.
A mind once stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimension.
There is no “royal road” to geometry.
But, my dearest Agathon, it is truth which you cannot contradict; you can without any difficulty contradict Socrates.
My writing is like a ten gallon spring. It can issue from the ground anywhere at all. On smooth ground it rushes swiftly on and covers a thouasand li in a single day without difficulty. When it twists and turns among mountains and rocks, it fits its form to things
Whenever we read the obscene stories, the voluptuous debaucheries, the cruel and torturous executions, the unrelenting vindictiveness, with which more than half the bible is filled, it would seem more consistent that we called it the word of a demon than the Word of God. It is a history of
Sweet is revenge – especially to women.