What Strange Impulse Is It Which Induces

It Is In His Pleasure That A Man Really Lives.

It Is Unwise To Feel Too Much If We Think Too Little.

I Wonder What Especial Sanctity Attaches Itself To Fifteen Minutes. It Is Always The Maximum And The Minimum Of Time Which Will Enable Us To Acquire Languages, Etiquette, Personality, Oratory ... One Gathers That Twelve Minutes A Day Would Be Hopelessly Inadequate, And Twenty Minutes A Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess.

The Clear-sighted Do Not Rule The World, But They Sustain And Console It.

It Is Not The Office Of A Novelist To Show Us How To Behave Ourselves; It Is Not The Business Of Fiction To Teach Us Anything.