There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
I know that two and two make four – and should be glad to prove it too if I could – though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange, stranger than fiction: if it could be told, how much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.