When I am in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a drawing room full of dukes.

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me.

The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.

To ask the hard question is simple.

A god who is both self-sufficient and content to remain so could not interest us enough to raise the question of his existence.

Of all possible subjects, travel is the most difficult for an artist, as it is the easiest for a journalist.

That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.