Vain is the hope of finding pleasure in that which one has hitherto disdained; as when the warrior hopes to find pleasure in the joys of the sedentaries.

We live not by things, but by the meaning of things. It is needful to transmit the passwords from generation to generation.

How is it possible for one to own the stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly. "I don't know. To nobody.

Man's progress is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.

Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her.

I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.