There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.
Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.
Far too often the choices reality proposes are such as to take away one's taste for choosing.
It is sometimes well for a blatant error to draw attention to overmodest truths.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
Somebody told me I should put a pebble in my mouth to cure my stuttering. Well, I tried it, and during a scene I swallowed the pebble. That was the end of that.