Falsehood has an infinity of combinations but truth has only one mode of being.

Author: Jean-Jacques Rousseau

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Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

I hate books, they only teach us to talk about things we know nothing about.

Heroes are not known by the loftiness of their carriage, the greatest braggarts are generally the merest cowards.

Do I dare set forth here the most important, the most useful rule of all education? It is not to save time, but to squander it.

To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.

The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.

What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.

The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one's life.