We live between two dense clouds; the forgetting of what was and the uncertainty of what will be.
We chase dreams and embrace shadows.
A good critic is the man who describes his adventures among masterpieces.
It is only the poor who pay cash, and that not from virtue, but because they are refused credit.
The man of science multiples the points of contact between man and nature.
In truth man is made rather to eat ices than to pore over old texts.