Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.

One of us is obviously mistaken.

Every man in the world is better than someone else and not as good as someone else.

I am interested in madness. I believe it is the biggest thing in the human race, and the most constant. How do you take away from a man his madness without also taking away his identity?

No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend, and there are many more of these than one would suspect.

They understand matter, not spirit. And you and I live in spirit.