Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

Not many men have both good fortune and good sense.

My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine - everybody drinks water.

When they kept you out it was because you were black; when they let you in, it is because you are black. That's progress?

Oh, God, why don't I remember that a little chaos is good for the soul?