It may offend us to hear our own thoughts expressed by others: we are not sure enough of their souls.
To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should.
Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.
Prerequisite for rereadability in books: that they be forgettable.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.