People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live.

Measured objectively, what a man can wrest from Truth by passionate striving is utterly infinitesimal. But the striving frees us from the bonds of the self and makes us comrades of those who are the best and the greatest.

I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.

When I was young, all I wanted and expected from life was to sit quietly in some corner doing my work without the public paying attention to me. And now see what has become of me.

My political ideal is democracy. Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized.

The most practical solution is a good theory.

Nationalism is an infantile disease. It is the measles of mankind.