Our Books Approach Very Slowly The Things

We Are The Prisoners Of Ideas. They Catch Us Up For Moments Into Their Heaven, And So Fully Engage Us, That We Take No Thought Forthe Morrow, Gaze Like Children, Without An Effort To Make Them Our Own.

Truth Is Too Simple For Us: We Do Not Like Those Who Unmask Our Illusions.

No Man Can Be Criticised But By A Greater Than He. Do Not, Then, Read The Reviews.

The Terrible Tabulation Of The French Statists Brings Every Piece Of Whim And Humor To Be Reducible Also To Exact Numerical Ratios. If One Man In Twenty Thousand, Or In Thirty Thousand, Eats Shoes, Or Marries His Grandmother, Then, In Every Twenty Thousand, Or Thirty Thousand, Is Found One Man Who Eats Shoes, Or Marries His Grandmother.

All Nobility In Its Beginnings Was Somebody's Natural Superiority.