The Secret Of Happiness Is Curiosity

A Man Can Believe A Considerable Deal Of Rubbish, And Yet Go About His Daily Work In A Rational And Cheerful Manner.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.

There Is In Us A Lyric Germ Or Nucleus Which Deserves Respect; It Bids A Man To Ponder Or Create; And In This Dim Corner Of Himself He Can Take Refuge And Find Consolations Which The Society Of His Fellow Creatures Does Not Provide.

Justice Is Too Good For Some People And Not Good Enough For The Rest.

A Man Who Is Stingy With Saffron Is Capable Of Seducing His Own Grandmother.