The more you know, the more you see.

Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.

A poor degenerate from the ape, Whose hands are four, whose tail's a limb, I contemplate my flaccid shape And know I may not rival him Save with my mind.

If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time.

Complete prohibition of all chemical mind changers can be decreed, but cannot be enforced, and tends to create more evils than it cures.

Man is an amphibian who lives simultaneously in two worlds-the given and the home-made, the world of matter, life and consciousness and the world of symbols.

That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach.

One thinks one's something unique and wonderful at the center of the universe, when in fact one's just a slight interruption in the ongoing march of entropy.

There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.

The daily bread of grace, without which nothing can be achieved, is given to the extent to which we ourselves give and forgive.

And what strange voices they have! Sometimes like the complaining of small children; sometimes like the noise of lambs.

Men do not learn much from the lessons of history and that is the most important of all the lessons of history.

Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture. The silent bear no witness against themselves.

The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable.

Happiness has got to be paid for. You're paying for it, Mr. Watson -- paying because you happen to be too much interested in beauty. I was too much interested in truth; I paid too.

But then every man is ludicrous if you look at him from outside, without taking into account what's going on in his heart and mind.

Music is an ocean, but the repertory is hardly even a lake; it is a pond.

Cant is always rather nauseating; but before we condemn political hypocrisy, let us remember that it is the tribute paid by men of leather to men of God, and that the acting of the part of someone better than oneself may actually commit one to a course of behavior perceptibly less evil than what would be normal and natural in an avowed cynic.

Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.

For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody.