The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end.

If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.

Every country should realize that its turn at world domination, domination because its rights coincided more or less with the character or progress of the epoch, must terminate with the change brought about by this progress.

The background reveals the true being and state of being of the man or thing. If I do not possess the background, I make the man transparent, the thing transparent.

Rodin picks a mushroom delighted, and shows it to Madame Rodin... "Look," he says excitedly, "and that takes but a single night! In one night all these are made, all these lamellas. That is good work."