To Be Adult Is To Be Alone.

The Ideal, Without Doubt, Varies, But Its Enemies, Alas, Are Always The Same.

It Takes A Very Deep-rooted Opinion To Survive Unexpressed.

Falsity Cannot Keep An Idea From Being Beautiful; There Are Certain Errors Of Such Ingenuity That One Could Regret Their Not Ranking Among The Achievements Of The Human Mind.

In Our Ideals We Unwittingly Reveal Our Vices.

One Must Credit An Hypothesis With All That Has Had To Be Discovered In Order To Demolish It.