No man who is in a hurry is quite civilised.

Mozart began his works in childhood and a childlike quality lurked in his compositions until it dawned on him that the Requiem he was writing for s a stranger was his own.

Man, not the earth, makes civilization.

A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within.

It is good a philosopher should remind himself, now and then, that he is a particle pontificating on infinity.

Today's rebel is tomorrow's tyrant.

When his apprenticeship was finished (the candidate for Knighthood) was received into the Knightly Order by a ritual of sacramental awe.