Books Are Like Imprisoned Souls Till Someone

I Never Knew A Writer Yet Who Took The Smallest Pains With His Style And Was At The Same Time Readable.

People Are Lucky And Unlucky Not According To What They Get Absolutely, But According To The Ratio Between What They Get And What They Have Been Led To Expect.

Christ: I Dislike Him Very Much. Still, I Can Stand Him. What I Cannot Stand Is The Wretched Band Of People Whose Profession Is To Hoodwink Us About Him.

If I Die Prematurely At Any Rate I Shall Be Saved From Being Bored To Death By My Own Success.

And So There Is No God But Has Been In The Loins Of Past Gods.