Politeness is organized indifference.
Sometimes I think and other times I am.
Just as water, gas, and electricity are brought into our houses from far off to satisfy our needs in response to a minimal effort, so we shall be supplied with visual or auditory images, which will appear and disappear at a simple movement of the hand, hardly more than a sign.
The only truths which are universal are those gross enough to be thought so.
An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.