The truthful man is usually a liar.

A recluse without books and ink is already in life a dead man.

A man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar.

Being truthful is economy of mind, for it saves the expense to remember the lie, make lie after lie and manage the false story.

One can state, without exaggeration, that the observation of and the search for similarities and differences are the basis of all human knowledge.

I am a misanthrope and yet utterly benevolent, have more than one screw loose yet am a super-idealist who digests philosophy more efficiently than food.