The history of Western art would be entirely different if, 500 years ago, we had known that the Greeks painted their sculpture.
To have opinions is a private vice; to air them is a public nuisance.
No one will ever know what it is like to be stupid.
To have prophesied the disaster is a great consolation in its event.
The choice is better thoughts or our own.
To act one must disregard some of the possible consequences of one’s actions: this we call morality.
I would be more willing to speculate on the motives of others if I had a clearer understanding of my own.
Why must the mousy bookworm blossom into a beauty, the malingerer become a battle hero, the hard-bitten hooker turn out true-blue? Because it makes a change.
All other emotions dissolve in the bottomless reservoir of self-pity.
The voting will continue until results improve.