There are sadistic scientists who hurry to hunt down errors instead of establishing the truth.
Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
Good breeding consists of concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of the other person.
Worries go down better with soup than without.
How we remember, what we remember and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.