Why did Nature create man? Was it to show that she is big enough to make mistakes, or was it pure ignorance?

Why did Nature create man? Was it to show that she is big enough to make mistakes, or was it pure ignorance?

A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."

When in doubt, risk it

As soon as an idea is accepted it is time to reject it.

The time to read is any time: no apparatus, no appointment of time and place, is necessary.

We are more inclined to regret our virtues than our vices; but only the very honest will admit this.