Custom Alone Regulates Morals.

The Heart Errs Like The Head; Its Errors Are Not Any The Less Fatal, And We Have More Trouble Getting Free Of Them Because Of Their Sweetness.

Distrust Even Mathematics; Albeit So Sublime And Highly Perfected, We Have Here A Machine Of Such Delicacy It Can Only Work In Vacuo, And One Grain Of Sand In The Wheels Is Enough To Put Everything Out Of Gear. One Shudders To Think To What Disaster Such A Grain Of Sand May Bring A Mathematical Brain. Remember Pascal.

Never Lend Books, For No One Ever Returns Them

Without Lies Humanity Would Perish Of Despair And Boredom.

People Who Don't Count Won't Count.