The Habit Of Doing One's Duty Drives

Every Healthy Man Can Do Without Food For Two Days — But Without Poetry, Never!

Alas, Human Vices, However Horrible One Might Imagine Them To Be, Contain The Proof (were It Only In Their Infinite Expansion) Of Man's Longing For The Infinite; But It Is A Longing That Often Takes The Wrong Route. It Is My Belief That The Reason Behind All Culpable Excesses Lies In This Depravation Of The Sense Of The Infinite.

It Is By Universal Misunderstanding That All Agree. For If, By Ill Luck, People Understood Each Other, They Would Never Agree.

In Putting Off What One Has To Do, One Runs The Risk Of Never Being Able To Do It.

Anybody, Providing He Knows How To Be Amusing, Has The Right To Talk About Himself.