You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Ignorance and superstition ever bear a close and mathematical relation to each other.

Ignorance and superstition ever bear a close and mathematical relation to each other.

The wise man doesn't give the right answers, he poses the right questions.

The wise man doesn't give the right answers, he poses the right questions.

When you say that you agree to a thing in principle you mean that you have not the slightest intention read more

When you say that you agree to a thing in principle you mean that you have not the slightest intention of carrying it out in practice.

Ideas, as the raw material from which knowledge is produced, exist in superabundance, but that makes the production of knowledge read more

Ideas, as the raw material from which knowledge is produced, exist in superabundance, but that makes the production of knowledge more difficult rather than easier. Many ideas- probably most- will have to be discarded somewhere in the process of producing authenticated knowledge. Authentication is as important as the raw information itself, and the manner and speed of the authentication process can be crucial...

We all have private ails. The troublemakers are they who need public cures for their private ails.

We all have private ails. The troublemakers are they who need public cures for their private ails.

The trouble with people is not that they don't know but that they know so much that ain't so.

The trouble with people is not that they don't know but that they know so much that ain't so.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

The true function of art is to...edit nature and so make it coherent and lovely. The artist is a sort read more

The true function of art is to...edit nature and so make it coherent and lovely. The artist is a sort of impassioned proofreader, blue-penciling the bad spelling of God.