Philosophers.-We are full of things which take us out of ourselves.
All human evil comes from a single cause, man's inability to sit still in a room.
Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.
Apart from Jesus Christ, we do not know what is our life, nor our death, nor God, nor ourselves.
Beauty is a harmonious relation between something in our nature and the quality of the object which delights us.
The last thing we decide in writing a book is what to put first.