There Is No Idea That Does Not

Women Who Are To Some Extent Resistant, Whom One Cannot Possess At Once, Whom One Does Not Even Know At First Whether One Will Ever Possess, Are The Only Interesting Ones.

We Shall See Later On That The Diversity Of The Forms Of Death That Circulate Invisibly Is The Cause Of The Peculiar Unexpectedness Of Obituary Notices In The Newspapers.

No Man Is A Complete Mystery Except To Himself.

We Are At Times Too Ready To Believe That The Present Is The Only Possible State Of Things.

Masterpieces Are No More Than The Shipwrecked Flotsam Of Great Minds.