The Wittiest Authors Evoke A Barely Perceptible

"ego," Sayest Thou, And Art Proud Of That Word. But The Greater Thing - In Which Thou Art Unwilling To Believe - Is Thy Body With Its Big Sagacity; It Saith Not "ego," But Doeth It.

To Live Alone One Must Be A Beast Or A God, Says Aristotle. Leaving Out The Third Case: One Must Be Both - A Philosopher.

The Doer Alone Learneth.

We Can Speak Very Much To The Purpose And Yet In Such A Way That The Whole World Cries Out In Contradiction: Namely, When We Are Not Speaking To The Whole World.

There Is Such A Thing As A Hatred Of Lies And Dissimulation, Which Is The Outcome Of A Delicate Sense Of Humor; There Is Also The Selfsame Hatred But As The Result Of Cowardice, In So Far As Falsehood Is Forbidden By Divine Law. Too Cowardly To Lie.