In the spider web of facts, many a truth is strangled.
History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes
Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.
Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him
Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.
With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.
There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.