To be perfect, one lacks only a defect.
Who is going to cast out an error to which he has given birth and replace it with an adopted truth?
A journalist is stimulated by a deadline. He writes worse when he has time
One cannot dictate an aphorism to a typist. It would take too long.
It is the style of idealism to console itself for the loss of something old with the ability to gape at something new.
Ideas are transplanted by splitting, thoughts by sprouting.