I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

Books are a narcotic

In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.

You may object that it is not a trial at all; you are quite right, for it is only a trial if I recognize it as such.

I do not hope for victory