A Book Which, Above All Others In

We Are Obliged To Regard Many Of Our Original Minds As Crazy At Least Until We Have Become As Clever As They Are.

The Journalists Have Constructed For Themselves A Little Wooden Chapel, Which They Also Call The Temple Of Fame, In Which They Put Up And Take Down Portraits All Day Long And Make Such A Hammering You Can't Hear Yourself Speak.

Before One Blames, One Should Always Find Out Whether One Cannot Excuse.

To Make Astute People Believe One Is What One Is Not Is, In Most Cases, Harder Than Actually To Become What One Wishes To Appear.

If We Make A Couple Of Discoveries Here And There We Need Not Believe Things Will Go On Like This For Ever. Just As We Hit Water When We Dig In The Earth, So We Discover The Incomprehensible Sooner Or Later.