Actions are sometimes performed in a masterly and most cunning way, while the direction of the actions is deranged and dependent on various morbid impressions - it's like a dream.
Man is bound to lie about himself.
In a word, many flattering things were said of them. But there was some criticism. People spoke with horror of the number of books they had read.
We degrade God too much, ascribing to him our ideas, in vexation at being unable to understand Him.
A developed and decent man cannot be vain without a boundless exactingness towards himself and without despising himself at moments to the point of hatred.
All this time we sat without speaking. I was considering how to begin. It was twilight in the room, a black storm−cloud was coming over the sky, and there came again a rumble of thunder in the distance.