Truth has already ceased to be itself if polemically said.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

Every burned book enlightens the world.

There are no fixtures in nature. The universe is fluid and volatile. Permanence is but a word of degrees.

We are not free to use today, or to promise tomorrow, because we are already mortgaged to yesterday.

Life is our dictionary.

How casually and unobservedly we make all our most valued acquaintances.