Fools come in two kinds: the Barren, whom nothing reminds of anything; and the Promiscuous, whom anything reminds of everything.
It is strange, the way people will believe bizarre and byzantine theories about their rulers after years of being lied to by them continuously.
The keyboard warrior is sure that, in 1930s Germany, he would have fought for the resistance and not the Party, as the believer in reincarnation is sure that, in a past life in ancient Rome, she was the emperor’s favorite concubine.
Capitalism has been the only loyal friend of the unfit; no wonder they hate it so.
The more features a product acquires, the worse it becomes at what it was originally designed to do.
Every voter-registration campaign produces a less competent electorate; indeed, that is its aim.
To destroy a man’s property is to nullify that part of his life devoted to its creation or acquisition. It is to kill him, insensibly and by degrees.
Fame is wasted on the famous.
There would be less loose talk if the messenger were shot more often.
Unrequited love drives men to suicide, and unrequited hate drives them to murder.