This searching and doubting and vacillating where nothing is clear but the arrogance of quest. I, too, had such noble ideas when I was still a boy.

The likeness of the world? A shadow! And world's glory? A dream!

Since people no longer attend church, theater remains as the only public service, and literature as the only private devotion.

Robespierre, this pedant of freedom!

Moons and years pass by and are gone forever, but a beautiful moment shimmers through life a ray of light.

History is the zoology of the human race.

I notice well that one stray step from the habitual path leads irresistibly into a new direction. Life moves forward, it never reverses its course.