He Was Fond Of Books, For They

Thought Is The Work Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Self-indulgence. To Substitute Day-dreaming For Thought Is To Confuse A Poison With A Source Of Nourishment.

I Will Be Chateaubriand Or Nothing.

Liberation Is Not Deliverance.

We Teachers Make The Road, Others Will Make The Journey.

Give To A Being The Useless, And Deprive Him Of The Needful, And You Have The Gamin.