Niczego równie trudno nie przebacza się komuś, co jego zalet. - Denis Diderot

This is a work that cannot be completed except by a society of men of letters and skilled workmen, each working separately on his own part, but all bound together solely by their zeal for the best interests of the human race and a feeling of mutual good will.

How did they meet? By chance, like everyone else. What were their names? What’s it to you? Where did they come from? The nearest place. Where were they going? Do we know where we’re going? What did they say? The master said nothing; and Jacques said that his captain said that everything good and bad that happens to us down here was written up there.

The best doctor is the one you run to, but that you cannot find.