The art of advertising - untruthfulness combined with repetition.

Love of learning is a pleasant and universal bond since it deals with what one is and not what one has.

The true call of the desert, of the mountains, or the sea, is their silence - free of the networks of dead speech.

Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this world has not for some wild moments thought to recall the irrecoverable with words?

Things good in themselves ... perfectly valid in the integrity of their origins, become fetters if they cannot alter.

Tolerance cannot afford to have anything to do with the fallacy that evil may convert itself to good.

Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die.