Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.
By dint of railing at idiots, one runs the risk of becoming an idiot oneself.
By trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream
You'll always have to deal with bastards, being lied to, deceived, slandered and ridiculed, but that's to be expected and you must thank heaven when you meet the exception.
God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world
One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought!