It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man’s life is usually made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.
People talk to people who perceive nothing, who have open eyes and see nothing; they shall talk to them and receive no answer; they shall adore those who have ears and hear nothing; they shall burn lamps for those who do not see.
Nothing shakes my opinion of a book. Nothing-nothing. Only perhaps if it’s the book of a young person-or of a friend-no, even so, I think myself infallible.