Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time$$$ but it ain't going away.

Science may be described as the art of systematic oversimplification.

When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.

Blessed is he who expects nothing$$$ for he shall never be disappointed.

We gave the Future to the winds$$$ and slumbered tranquilly in the Present$$$ weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

I became insane$$$ with long intervals of horrible sanity.

And now$$$ have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?

Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound$$$<br/>Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.