Man's great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.
We are enriched by our reciprocate differences.
A man who is "of sound mind" is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.
A man is infinitely more complicated than his thoughts.
Love is being stupid together.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.