It Seems That Laughter Needs An Echo.

The Movement Of The Stream Is Distinct From The River Bed, Although It Must Adopt Its Winding Course.

An Absolute Can Only Be Given In An Intuition, While All The Rest Has To Do With Analysis.

There Is Nothing [that] Disarms Us Like Laughter.

All The Translations Of A Poem In All Possible Languages May Add Nuance To Nuance And, By A Kind Of Mutual Retouching, By Correcting One Another, May Give An Increasingly Faithful Picture Of The Poem They Translate, Yet They Will Never Give The Inner Meaning Of The Original.

In Short, Intelligence, Considered In What Seems To Be Its Original Feature, Is The Faculty Of Manufacturing Artificial Objects, Especially Tools To Make Tools, And Of Indefinitely Varying The Manufacture.