Reading more than life teaches us to recognize ethos and pathos.
City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.
All history and art are against us, but we still expect happiness in love.
A sense of absurdity interferes with my efforts to appear venerable.
The nature of language may determine what most people say, but I always speak my own meaning.
Was there a little time between the invention of language and the coming of true and false?