I detest war; it ruins conversation

I feel nothing, apart from a certain difficulty in continuing to exist.

To despise theory is to have the excessively vain pretension to do without knowing what one does, and to speak without knowing what one says.

I detest war; it ruins conversation

It is beauty that begins to please, and tenderness that completes the cbarm.

Our sun enlightens the planets that belong to him; why may not every fixed star also have planets to which they give light?

A philosopher will not believe what he sees because he is too busy speculating about what he does not see.