The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But

Watt Had Watched People Smile And Thought He Understood How It Was Done.

Our Vulgar Perception Is Not Concerned With Other Than Vulgar Phenomena.

It Is Right That He Too Should Have His Little Chronicle, His Memories, His Reason, And Be Able To Recognize The Good In The Bad, The Bad In The Worst, And So Grow Gently Old Down All The Unchanging Days, And Die One Day Like Any Other Day, Only Shorter.

The Blind Have No Notion Of Time. The Things Of Time Are Hidden From Them Too.

Friendship, According To Proust, Is The Negation Of That Irremediable Solitude To Which Every Human Being Is Condemned.