Reading Is Merely A Surrogate For Thinking

A Man Of Genius Can Hardly Be Sociable, For What Dialogues Could Indeed Be So Intelligent And Entertaining As His Own Monologues?

A Man Can Surely Do What He Wills To Do, But Cannot Determine What He Wills.

The Little Honesty That Exists Among Authors Is Discernible In The Unconscionable Way They Misquote From The Writings Of Others.

Restlessness Is The Hallmark Of Existence.

Rudeness Is Better Than Any Argument; It Totally Eclipses Intellect.