As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

And when the war broke out, its real horrors, its real dangers, its menace of real death were a blessing compared with the inhuman reign of the lie, and they brought relief because they broke the spell of the dead letter.

And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.

I have the impression that if he didn't complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.