Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking |
Wisdom sets bounds even to knowledge. |
Wit is the epitaph of an emotion |
With the unknown, one is confronted with danger, discomfort, and care; the first instinct is to abolish these painful states. First principle: any explanation is better than none. . . . The causal instinct is thus conditional upon, and excited by, the feeling of fear. The "why?" shall, if at all possible, not give the cause for its own sake so much as for a particular kind of cause -- a cause that is comforting, liberating, and relieving. |
Without knowing it, women act as if they were taking away the stones from the path of the wandering mineralogist in order that he might not strike his foot against them - when he has gone out for the very purpose of striking against them |
Without music life would be a mistake. |
Without music, life would be a mistake.... I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance. |
Without music, life would be an error. |
Without music, life would be an error. |
Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she forgets how to charm. |
Woman understand children better than man does, but man is more childlike than woman |
Woman understands children better than man does, but man is more childlike than woman |
Woman was God's second mistake. |
Woman was God’s second mistake. |
Women are considered deep - why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow. |