People stop thinking when they cease to read. - Denis Diderot

If it became customary to go out into the street stark naked I should not be the first nor the last to conform.

What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.

How old the world is! I walk between two eternities... What is my fleeting existence in comparison with that decaying rock, that valley digging its channel ever deeper, that forest that is tottering and those great masses above my head about to fall? I see the marble of tombs crumbling into dust; and yet I don’t want to die!