The intellect is weak; it has no power except over what is as weak as itself.

The intellect is weak; it has no power except over what is as weak as itself.

And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the read more

Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.

What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and read more

What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don't know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?

The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by read more

The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by your own.

I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way read more

I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope...and that enables you to laugh at all of life's realities.

Freedom is the by-product of economic surplus.

Freedom is the by-product of economic surplus.

Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted read more

Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted by man; without liberty, no happiness can be enjoyed by society.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in read more

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?