Don't forget that we lawyers, we're a higher breed of intellect, and so it's our privilege to lie. It's as clear as day. Animals can't even imagine lying: if you were to find yourself among some wild islanders, they too would only speak the truth until they learned about European culture.

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading.

Name me the final number, the highest, the greatest. But that's absurd! If the number of numbers is infinite, how can there be a final number? Then how can you speak of a final revolution? There is no final one. Revolutions are infinite.

Only the rational and useful is beautiful.

The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")

Literature is painting, architecture, and music.

You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.