Learning is the art of ignoring.
Almost Kien was tempted to believe in happiness, that contemptible life-goal of illiterates. If it came of itself, without being hunted for, if you did not hold it fast by force and treated it with a certain condescension, it was permissible to endure its presence for a few days
There emanates from superlatives a destructive force.
Most religions do not make men better, only warier.
His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.
He would like to start from scratch. Where is scratch?