True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language.

A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.

Society: an inferno of saviors!