 In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled. |
| History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes. |
| Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living. |
| Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits. Topics: Love Is |
| We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism. |
| If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows. |
| Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird. |
| There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules. |
| With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them. |
| Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him. |
