Nothing puts things in perspective as quickly as a mountain.

Nothing great ever came out of common sense.

That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months together until you thought that you were cured, and then without warning it blotted out the sunlight.

Truth isn’t in accounts but in account-books.

Most people's first books are their best anyways. It's the one they wanted most to write.

After three days without one, the desire to read a newspaper vanished. And really, one was happier without.

Fasting was good for the imagination but bad for logic.