There are men everywhere who talk and talk$$$ saying nothing. I am afraid I am becoming one of that kind.

Because true love never keeps a man from pursuing his destiny.

I have always been one who wanted a great amount of love$$$ admiration and respect from others without having to go to all the trouble of deserving it.

If people did not want their stories told$$$ it would be better for them to keep away from me.

I don't like mixing up moralities with mathematics.

Fashion is made to become unfashionable.

Fiction is the only way to redeem the formlessness of life.

Losing their names$$$ these things underwent a process of uncreation.

Hegel on sacrifice. The animal dies. The man becomes alert.

There's nothing like the discovery of an unknown work by a great thinker to set the intellectual community atwitter and cause academics to dart about like those things one sees when looking at a drop of water under a microscope.