We have wasted our spirit in the regions of the abstract and general just as the monks let it wither in the world of prayer and contemplation.

We have wasted our spirit in the regions of the abstract and general just as the monks let it wither in the world of prayer and contemplation.

False gods must be repudiated, but that is not all: The reasons for their existence must be sought beneath their masks.

What breadth, what beauty and power of human nature and development there must be in a woman to get over all the palisades, all the fences, within which she is held captive!

History is the autobiography of a madman.

The world will not know liberty until all that is religious and political is transformed into something simple and human and made susceptible to criticism and denial.

Every man who has lived for fifty years has buried a whole world or even two; he has grown used to its disappearance and accustomed to the new scenery of another act: but suddenly the names and faces of a time long dead appear more and more often on his way, calling up series of shades and pictures kept somewhere, "just in case," in the endless catacombs of the memory, making him smile or sigh, and sometimes almost weep.