To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up.
The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual. The impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.
Women prefer men who have something tender about them — especially the legal kind.
Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered — either by themselves or by others.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
As for me, all I know is that I know nothing.
There are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots. The other is wings.
Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he does not wish to sign his work.