You may abuse a tragedy, though you cannot write one. You may scold a carpenter who has made you a bad table, though you cannot make a table. It is not your trade to make tables.
Being a philosopher, I have a problem for every solution.
There are too many people, and too few human beings.
People have one thing in common; they are all different.
Classless society is the dream of people with no class.
An eyewitness account is evidence that an artist has proposed a work of art. But documentary evidence (i. e. a photograph) is more conclusive.
If you ask any ordinary reader which of Dickens's proletarian characters he can remember, the three he is almost certain to mention are Bill Sykes, Sam Weller and Mrs. Gamp. A burglar, a valet and a drunken midwife-not exactly a representative cross-section of the English working class.
Well, it seems to me that there are books that tell stories, and then there are books that tell truths. . . The first kind, they show you life like you want it to be. With villains getting what they deserve and the hero seeing what a fool he's been and marrying the heroine and happy endings and all that. . . But the second kind, they show you life more like it is. . . The first kind makes you cheerful and contented, but the second kind shakes you up.
Your soulmate can also be your downfall.