Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.

Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.

Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.

Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age.

It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.