Old and young disbelieve one another's truths.

Author: Mason Cooley

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Rereading we find a new book.

My thought has been shaped by books, my desires by pictures.

I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.

Other people's beliefs may be myths, but not mine.

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.