Dread more the blunderer's friendship than the calumniator's enmity.

Neatness begets order; but from order to taste there is the same difference as from taste to genius, or from love to friendship.

You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.

The craftiest trickery are too short and ragged a cloak to cover a bad heart.

What knowledge is there of which man is capable that is not founded on the exterior,--the relation that exists between visible and invisible, the perceptible and the imperceptible?

You can depend on no man, on no friend, but him who can depend on himself.

Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.

Who makes quick use of the moment is a genius of prudence.

Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.

Be certain that he who has betrayed thee once will betray thee again.

Sensibility is the power of woman.

Each religion by the help of more or less myth which it takes more or less seriously proposes some method of fortifying the human soul and enabling it to make its peace with its destiny.

Computers had their origin in military cryptography-in a sense, every computer game represents the commandeering of a military code-breaking apparatus for purposes of human expression.

The maintenance of secrets acts like a psychic poison which alienates the possessor from the community.

Television is becoming a collage - there are so many channels that you move through them making a collage yourself. In that sense, everyone sees something a bit different.

Ebonics - or black English, as I prefer to call it - is one of a great many dialects of English. And so English comes in a great many varieties, and black English is one of them.

Your partner cannot fault you for refusing to host a perpetual-motion party or for the fact that you must sleep and will eventually die.

Tis a principle of war that when you can use the lightning, 'tis better than cannon.

People get offended by animal rights campaigns. It's ludicrous. It's not as bad as mass animal death in a factory.

One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.