Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record.

Everything that is in agreement with our personal desires seems true; everything that is not puts us in a rage.

The effectiveness of work increases according to geometric progression if there are no interruptions.

People are discontent; men are troubled; and the literature is excellent.

An old man, having retired from active life, regains the gaity and irresponsibility of childhood. He is ready to play, he cannot run with his son, but he can totter with his grandson. Our first and last steps have the same rhythm.

Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul.

Men fear silence as they fear solitude, because both give them a glimpse of the terror of life's nothingness.