Science, which cuts its way through the muddy pond of daily life without mingling with it, casts its wealth to right and left, but the puny boatmen do not know how to fish for it.

The liberty of the individual is the greatest thing of all, it is on this and this alone that the true will of the people can develop.

Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing.

Everything in Italy that is particularly elegant and grand borders upon insanity and absurdity or at least is reminiscent of childhood.

History is the autobiography of a madman.

I believe in nothing here, except a handful of people, a few ideas, and the fact that one cannot arrest movement.

I am truly horrified by modern man. Such absence of feeling, such narrowness of outlook, such lack of passion and information, such feebleness of thought.