There is something in statistics that makes it very similar to astrology.
No man flatters the woman he truly loves.
The eye speaks with an eloquence and truthfulness surpassing speech. It is the window out of which the winged thoughts often fly unwittingly. It is the tiny magic mirror on whose crystal surface the moods of feeling fitfully play, like the sunlight and shadow on a still stream.
Reason is not time only interpreter of life. The fountain of action is in time feelings.
There is more or less of pathos in all true beauty. The delight it awakens has an indefinable, and, as it were, luxurious sadness, which is perhaps one element of its might.
Whatever is genuine in social relations endures, despite of time, error, absence, and destiny; and that which has no inherent vitality had better die at once. A great poet has truly declared that constancy is no virtue, but a fact.
To be a good traveler argues one no ordinary philosopher. A sweet landscape must sometimes be allowed to atone for an indifferent supper, and an interesting ruin charm away the remembrance of a hard bed.
To the sick, indeed, nature is sick, but to the well, a fountain of health.
I'm actually very introverted. I'm very shy. I'm very emotional.
Since a relationship involves two members investing in it, its value increases twice as fast as one's investment.
How can one avoid despondency if one thinks of the anomalous Zeeman effect?