To be adult is to be alone.
We bestow on others praise in which we do not believe, on condition that in return they bestow upon us praise in which we do.
I prefer the honest jargon of reality to the outright lies of books.
One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
One must credit an hypothesis with all that has had to be discovered in order to demolish it.