Lying, Like License, Has Its Degrees.

Ever Since Time Began The World Has Seemed Stupid To Those Who Aren't Stupid Themselves. It Was To Avoid That Annoyance That I Became Stupid Myself, As Fast As Ever I Could. Sheer Egoism, No Doubt.

Fame And Admiration Weigh Not A Feather In The Scale Against Friendship And Love, For The Heart Languishes All The Same.

... When We Are Misunderstood It Is Always Our Own Fault. What The Reader Wants Most Of All Is To Be Able To Grasp What We Think; But You Loftily Refuse To Comply.

Not To Love Is To Cease To Live.

Art Belongs To All Times And To All Countries; Its Special Benefit Is Precisely To Be Still Living When Everything Else Seems Dying; That Is Why Providence Shields It From Too Personal Or Too General Passions, And Grants It A Patient And Persevering Organization, Durable Sensibility, And The Contemplative Sense In Which Lies Invincible Faith.