There's No Defense Against Stupidity.

We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

Most People Are Far Too Much Occupied With Themselves To Be Malicious.

It Is Not A Lack Of Love, But A Lack Of Friendship That Makes Unhappy Marriages.

Here Is A Hero Who Did Nothing But Shake The Tree As Soon As The Fruit Was Ripe. Does This Seem To Be Too Small A Thing To You? Then Take A Good Look At The Tree He Shook.

Writers Ought To Be Regarded As Wrongdoers Who Deserve To Be Acquitted Or Pardoned Only In The Rarest Cases: That Would Be A Way To Keep Books From Getting Out Of Hand.