The sky itself is the eighth color of the rainbow, spread over the whole sky for us, all the time.

Oh, I would probably have raised more hell.

The illusion that times that were are better than those that are, has probably pervaded all ages.

If you want to succeed, double your failure rate.

A witty illustration or an apt story will accomplish more than columns of argument.

Trees don’t grow to the sky.

Even if surrounded with explanations, Auschwitz can never be grasped.

We must learn how to imitate Cicero from Cicero himself. Let us imitate him as he imitated others.

Everybody rich and happy. She smiled. Also complacent and rather stupid, you may have noticed.

I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, I speak like a child.