A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.

We do not fear being called meticulous, inclining as we do to the view that only the exhaustive can be truly interesting.

If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.

Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.

Order and simplification are the first steps toward the mastery of a subject.

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil.