There are big and little truths, but all belong to the same race.
Literature: proclaiming in front of everyone what one is careful to conceal from one's immediate circle
To be adult is to be alone.
Stupidity, outrage, vanity, cruelty, iniquity, bad faith, falsehood - we fail to see the whole array when it is facing in the same direction as we.
Prerequisite for rereadability in books: that they be forgettable.
What scientist would not long to go on living, if only to see how the little truths he has brought to light will grow up?