To Die For An Idea

If Fifty Million People Say A Foolish Thing, It Is Still A Foolish Thing.

We Live Between Two Dense Clouds; The Forgetting Of What Was And The Uncertainty Of What Will Be.

For A Man’s Life Would Become Intolerable, If He Knew What Was Going To Happen To Him. He Would Be Made Aware Of Future Evils, And Would Suffer Their Agonies In Advance, While He Would Get No Joy Of Present Blessings Since He Would Know How They Would End. Ignorance Is The Necessary Condition Of Human Happiness, And It Has To Be Admitted That On The Whole Mankind Observes That Condition Well. We Are Almost Entirely Ignorant Of Ourselves; Absolutely Of Others. In Ignorance, We Find Our Bliss; In Illusions, Our Happiness.

Intelligent Women Always Marry Fools

It Is Only The Poor Who Are Forbidden To Beg.