“One death is a tragedy; a thousand is a statistic.”

There was the natural human survival instinct to be optimistic.

The night sky in North Korea might be the most brilliant in northeast Asia, the only airspace spared the coal dust, Gobi Desert sand, and carbon monoxide choking the rest of the continent.

It is an old and ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way; and we grasp more fiercely at research, statistics, and technical aids in sex when we have lost the values and meaning of love.

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.

Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.

If one grasps this, one has no difficulty in understanding the statists’ antagonism toward the gold standard.

If you torture statistics long enough, they’ll eventually confess the truth

Just look at the statistics: Each university has tens of thousands of applications for students who want to be in art school, but they can only accept a few hundred.

Whether statistics be an art or a science… or a scientific art.

Normal is enormously susceptible to swinging with the gusts of politics and history.