A man is infinitely more complicated than his thoughts.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.

That which has always been accepted by everyone, everywhere, is almost certain to be false.

What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves.