It is often the case that one learns more about a person from their enemies than from their friends.
It is in the character of growth that we should learn from both pleasant and unpleasant experiences.
It is exceedingly silly to wish to be wise all alone.[C’est une grande folie de vouloir être sage tout seul.]
If you don’t know, the thing to do is not to get scared, but to learn.
If you can develop this ability to see what you look at, to understand its meaning, to readjust your knowledge to this new information, you can continue to learn and to grow as long as you live and you’ll have a wonderful time doing it.
I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.[J’emploie les mots que tu m’as appris. S’ils ne veulent plus rien dire apprends-m’en d’autres. Ou laisse-moi me taire.]
I think it’s possible to learn. The problem is that we learn so damned slowly, so that by the time you’ve realized something, it’s too late.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep as watchman to my hear.
I learned to write fiction the way I learned to read fiction – by skipping the parts that bored me.
I have forgotten much that I knew, and learned again much that I had forgotten.
I don’t have any desire to learn. I feel it’s like a voodoo, that it would spoil things if I actually learnt how things are done.
I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse.
