Paul Eldridge

We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him.

With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads for us.

With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.

If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.

Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.

Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.

There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules.

Many a necklace becomes a noose.

In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.

Authors hide their big thefts by putting small ones between quotation marks.

History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.