“Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.”

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Lord, help my poor soul.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.

And I fell violently on my face.

Art is to look at not to criticize.

I wonder if, in fact, we have been observed by aliens and upon close examination of human conduct and human behavior they have concluded that there is no sign of intelligent life on Earth.

I was sitting in the classroom trying to look intelligent in case the teacher looked at me.

What they say about footballers being ignorant is rubbish. I spoke to a couple yesterday and they are quite intelligent.

Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.

Intelligent design is a philosophy of ignorance.

I think Jesus was a compassionate, super-intelligent gay man who understood human problems.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.

Did you know, in the entire universe, we are the only intelligent life forms thought to have a Miss Universe contest?