Nothing leads the scientist so astray as a premature truth.
Beauty in art is often nothing but ugliness subdued.
I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.
There are moments when very little truth would be enough to shape opinion. One might be hated at extremely low cost.
To be adult is to be alone.
I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.