Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.

Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.

I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception.

Our bodies are molded rivers.

Character is a perfectly educated will.

Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.

Man has his being in truth--if he sacrifices truth he sacrifices himself. Whoever betrays truth betrays himself. It is not a question of lying--but of acting against one's conviction.