Youth itself is a talent, a perishable talent.

It is part of the formidableness of a genuine mass movement that the self-sacrifice it promotes includes also a sacrifice of some of the moral sense, which cramps and restrains our nature.

We are least open to precise knowledge concerning the things we are most vehement about.

The majority prove their worth by keeping busy. A busy life is the nearest thing to a purposeful life.

We find it hard to apply the knowledge of ourselves to our judgment of others. The fact that we are never of one kind, that we never love without reservations and never hate with all our being cannot prevent us from seeing others as wholly black or white.

Those who see their lives as spoiled and wasted crave equality and fraternity more than they do freedom. If they clamor for freedom, it is but freedom to establish equality and uniformity.

Men weary as much of not doing the things they want to do as of doing the things they do not want to do.