I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.

And then came human beings; humans wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to.

Germany collapsed as a result of having engaged in a struggle for empire with the concepts of provincial politics.

As for Hitler, his professed religion unhesitatingly juxtaposed the God-Providence and Valhalla. Actually his god was an argument at a political meeting and a manner of reaching an impressive climax at the end of speeches.

The temptation shared by all forms of intelligence: cynicism.

I have a good, hearty laugh and an energetic handshake, and those are trump cards.

The Poor Man whom everyone speaks of, the Poor Man whom everyone pities, one of the repulsive Poor from whom charitable souls keep their distance, he has still said nothing. Or, rather, he has spoken through the voice of Victor Hugo, Zola, Richepin. At least, they said so. And these shameful impostures fed their authors. Cruel irony, the Poor Man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.