I hold on to my imperfection as tightly as my reason for being.
1894 Le Jardin d'Epicure. |
Books are the opium of the West.
ThibaultHunger and love are the two axes of the world.
ThibaultHistory is condemned, by a defect of nature, to lies.
ThibaultThere is always a moment when curiosity becomes a sin and the devil is always on the side of the learned.
ThibaultThe good critic is one who recognizes the adventures of his own soul in great works of art.
ThibaultTruths discovered by intelligence are sterile.
Thibault