The paper is patient, but the reader is not. — Joseph Joubert, The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert
The paper is patient, but the reader is not. — Joseph Joubert, The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert
The paper is patient, but the reader is not. — Joseph Joubert, The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert
The paper is patient, but the reader is not. — Joseph Joubert, The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert
The paper is patient, but the reader is not. — Joseph Joubert, The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert
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The paper is patient, but the reader is not.

— Joseph Joubert, The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert
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