We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness. We need others physically, emotionally, and intellectually. We need them if we are to know anything, even ourselves.

“It is, of course, quite true that God will not love you any less, or have less …”

“My friendship you shall have, leanred Man," piped Reepicheep. "And any Dwarf--o…”

“Only by our incessant efforts is the demand for infinite, or unrhythmical, chan…”

“Há dois erros iguais e opostos no que diz respeito aos demônios: uma é desacred…”