In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.
The bureaucracy is expanding to meet the needs of the expanding bureaucracy.
A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.
Life is like a box of terrible analogies.
A burnt child loves the fire.