A Language Which We Do Not Know

The Only Thing That Does Not Change Is That At Any And Every Time It Appears That There Have Been Great Changes.

A Man Of Letters, Merely By Reading A Phrase, Can Estimate Exactly The Literary Merit Of Its Author.

And So When Studying Faces, We Do Indeed Measure Them, But As Painters, Not As Surveyors.

Happiness Serves Hardly Any Other Purpose Than To Make Unhappiness Possible.

For Although We Know That The Years Pass, That Youth Gives Way To Old Age, That Fortunes And Thrones Crumble (even The Most Solid Among Them) And That Fame Is Transitory, The Manner In Which—by Means Of A Sort Of Snapshot—we Take Cognisance Of This Moving Universe Whirled Along By Time, Has The Contrary Effect Of Immobilising It.