In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying.

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.

No one gossips about other people's secret virtues.

Ethics is in origin the art of recommending to others the sacrifices required for cooperation with oneself.

It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this.

Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear.