Animals often strike us as passionate machines.
I hang onto my prejudices, they are the testicles of my mind.
A nation without dregs and malcontents is orderly, peaceful and pleasant, but perhaps without the seed of things to come.
There is sublime thieving in all giving. Someone gives us all he has and we are his.
Never have the young taken themselves so seriously, and the calamity is that they are listened to and deferred to by so many adults.
In human affairs every solution serves only to sharpen the problem, to show us more clearly what we are up against. There are no final solutions.