Words Are The Coins Making Up The

Words Are The Coins Making Up The Currency Of Sentences, And There Are Always Too Many Small Coins.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?

Talent Is A Question Of Quantity. Talent Does Not Write One Page; It Writes Three Hundred.

There Are Moments When Everything Goes Well, But Don't Be Frightened.

The Reward Of Great Men Is That, Long After They Have Died, One Is Not Quite Sure That They Are Dead