Word-carpentry is like any other kind of carpentry: you must join your sentences smoothly.

The duty of literature is to note what counts, and to light up what is suited to the light. If it ceases to choose and to love, it becomes like a woman who gives herself without preference.

Distrust even Mathematics; albeit so sublime and highly perfected, we have here a machine of such delicacy it can only work in vacuo, and one grain of sand in the wheels is enough to put everything out of gear. One shudders to think to what disaster such a grain of sand may bring a Mathematical brain. Remember Pascal.

The dog is a religious animal. In his savage state he worships the moon and the lights that float upon the waters. These are his gods to whom he appeals at night with long-drawn howls.

All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.

Without lies humanity would perish of despair and boredom.

Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another.