Scepticismcan Never Be Thoroughly Applied, Else Life

What Loneliness Is More Lonely Than Distrust?

To An Old Memory Like Mine The Present Days Are But As A Little Water Poured On The Deep.

People Are So Ridiculous With Their Illusions, Carrying Their Fool's Caps Unawares, Thinking Their Own Lies Opaque While Everybody Else's Are Transparent, Making Themselves Exceptions To Everything, As If When All The World Looked Yellow Under A Lamp They Alone Are Rosy.

Every Limit Is A Beginning As Well As An Ending.

Falsehood Is So Easy, Truth So Difficult. Even With No Motive To Be False, It Is Very Hard To Say The Exact Truth.