[b]Anatole France
It is possible that these millions of suns, along with thousands of millions more we cannot see, make up altogether but a globule of blood or lymph in the veins of an animal, of a minute insect, hatched in a world of whose vastness we can frame no conception, but which nevertheless would itself, in proportion to some other world, be no more than a speck of dust.[/b]
And here we all are, bound to stuff “I” in there somewhere.
War will disappear only when men shall take no part whatever in violence and shall be ready to suffer every persecution that their abstention will bring them. It is the only way to abolish war.
Never in other words.
An education isn’t how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It’s being able to differentiate between what you know and what you don’t.
Between a little and a lot for example.
You see, Dimitri and I, we are both suffering from ennui! We have still the match-boxes. But at last one gets tired even of match-boxes. Besides, our collection will soon be complete. And then what are we going to do?
What everyone does of course. Not that anyone knows what that is.
Ah! Yes, the truth, that ingenious concoction of desirability of appearance.
And not just in the Oval Office.
To imagine is everything, to know is nothing at all.
Come on, who the hell would ever go that far?