What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them

Facts can't be recounted; much less twice over, and far less still by different persons. I've already drummed that thoroughly into your head.

There were epochs in the history of humanity in which the writer was a sacred person. He wrote the sacred books, universal books, the codes, the epic, the oracles. Sentences inscribed on the walls of the crypts; examples in the portals of the temples. But in those times the writer was not an individual alone; he was the people.

Anyone who attempts to relate his life loses himself in the immediate. One can only speak of another.

The great principle of Justice: prevent crime rather than punish it. All that is needed to execute a guilty man is a firing squad or a hangman. To prevent there being guilty men requires great astuteness.

Letters couldn't care less whether what is written with them is true or false.

What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them