A feeble stew...

Most people like the idea of certainty; all that I claim to know about life is just a result of several conjectures I hope to be true in all cases.

Truth is just a personal approximation of universal wisdom - proof of it is immaterial, and it doesn't always set a person free.

The attempt to affect a profound tone on cynicism makes it all the more conspicuous and unattractive.

The more a person evolves, the more he finds ways to conform with everyone else.

Genius is the scourge of a sophisticated society, that's why it's only recognized posthumously.

A fine bottle of Stella Rosa 1917 is a stimulating companion to late-night musings. Makes you feel a bit randy too.