The good critic is he who relates the adventures of his soul among masterpieces.

Author: Anatole France

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I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to life.

The books that everybody admires are those that nobody reads.

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.

An education which does not cultivate the will is an education that depraves the mind.

There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.

Good night and sweet dreams, my love!

The journey, not the arrival, matters.

Oh, the places you’ll go.