Das Ganze der Erfahrung gleicht einer Geheimschrift und die Philosophie der Entzifferung derselben. The whole of experience is like a cryptograph, and philosophy is like the deciphering of it.

All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.

It is difficult to find happiness within oneself, but it is impossible to find it anywhere else.

The majority of men... are not capable of thinking, but only of believing, and... are not accessible to reason, but only to authority.

Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.

Man is the only animal who causes pain to others with no other object than wanting to do so.

Genius and madness have something in common: both live in a world that is different from that which exists for everyone else.

A pessimist is an optimist in full possession of the facts.

Religions are like fireflies. They require darkness in order to shine.

Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.

It is in the roots, not the branches, that a tree’s greatest strength lies.

Heroes make us smile because they not only rescue us outwardly, but inwardly too.

Cowardice is for cowards. Fear is for people with brains and eyes and functioning nerve endings.

The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief.

During my senior year I joined Skull and Bones, a secret society, so secret I can't say anything more.

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo

I guess I watch movies to make myself happier a lot.

I feel a near passion for intelligence at grips with itself and not letting go.

With the poetry of plain speaking, Shannon Hitchcock recreates the daily drama of a vanished world.

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.