To love to read is to exchange hours of ennui for hours of delight.

Friendship is an arrangement by which we undertake to exchange small favors for big ones.

We are looking at the hours that the exchange opens, among other things we are looking at, and we haven't decided anything specific. There is absolutely nothing new in this.

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

Useless laws weaken the necessary laws.

If triangles had a god, they would give him three sides.