“ He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more. ”
The intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.
I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.