"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
It is the greatest happiness of the greatest number that is the measure of right and wrong.
The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter's conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy, and finally oblivion.
I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.