Wisdom

A talent is no talent, unless it is used for the benefit of other people.

Man is so intelligent that he feels impelled to invent theories to account for what happens in the world. Unfortunately, he is not quite intelligent enough, in most cases, to find correct explanations. So that when he acts on his theories, he behaves very often like a lunatic.

A writer should be able to open a window or two for others to see the world and themselves in a new light. Anything less is just self–indulgence and intellectual masturbation.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

He who has religion will speak poetry. But philosophy is the tool with which to seek and discover religion.

They prefer their meals alive and terrified, for fear is their favorite sauce.

By the late fifth century, the identities of those excluded from full personhood—women, slaves, barbarians—are being increasingly understood in terms of the difficulty or impossibility of mastering the daemonic tendencies in their bodies, while the identities of free men grow more dependent on their capacity for keeping the body under control.

History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.

When you're in the middle of your depression, pay good attention to it, because, tended carefully, you never know where it might lead you.

All political parties die at last of swallowing their own lies.

We keep drifting till we see light. Seldom do we realize that the light was always there!

This is the worst thing about poisons and deadly sins - that we enjoy them.

Three things have a limited threshold:Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge –Are boundless.

Sadness is a vice.

My ignorance is essential. I do not write what I know but what I need to know.

Everyone tries to be an optimist. But being an optimist is a bit boring and not honest. Losers are more interesting than winners.

One must not hope to be more than one can be.

Why is it that we so easily confide secrets to strangers that we so carefully hide from ourselves?

Dogs are always going to come up short if you insist on defining them as a weird kind of cat.

A lion's strength does not lie in its roar.