. . .the most astonishing, the most surprising, the most marvelous, the most miraculous. . . the greatest, the least, the rarest, the most common, the most public, the most private till today. . . I cannot bring myself to tell you: guess what it is.

The heart has no wrinkles.

if I inflict wounds, I heal them.

We are always on the side of those who speak last.

When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.

Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame.