I know he is really happy, and yet I can never catch him at it.

The moment we begin to give a nation the unity and simplicity of an animal, we begin to think wildly. Because every man is a biped, fifty men are not a centipede.

Every revolution, like a repentance, is a return.

Can it be the old devil's house? I've heard he has a house in North London.

Life is not an illogicality; yet it is a trap for logicians.

But of all the instances of error arising from this physical fancy, the worst is that we have before us: the habit of exhaustively describing a social sickness, and then propounding a social drug.

Thinking means connecting things, and stops if they cannot be connected.