Man's Greatness Lies In His Power Of

It Is Not Our Task To Secure The Triumph Of Truth, But Merely To Fight On Its Behalf.

Continuous Eloquence Wearies.

Man Finds Nothing So Intolerable As To Be In A State Of Complete Rest, Without Passions, Without Occupation, Without Diversion, Without Effort. Then He Feels His Nullity, Loneliness, Inadequacy, Dependence, Helplessness, Emptiness.

The World Is Satisfied With Words. Few Appreciate The Things Beneath. [fr., Le Monde Se Paye De Paroles; Peu Approfondissement Les Choses.]

Excuse Me, Pray." Without That Excuse I Would Not Have Known There Was Anything Amiss.