How frightening it is to have reached the height of human accomplishment in art that must forever borrow from life's abundance.

Those who want to row on the ocean of human knowledge do not get far, and the storm drives those out of their course who set sail.

I love the pride whose measure is its own eminence and not the insignificance of someone else.

The course of modern learning leads from humanism via nationalism to bestiality.

A man may welcome his beloved with circumstance, but a woman's love and her concern for his well-being are discreet.

Science and art, or by the same token, poetry and prose differ from one another like a journey and an excursion. The purpose of the journey is its goal, the purpose of an excursion is the process.

Why I love the ancients so much? Aside from everything else, when I read them, the entire past between them and me unfolds at thesame time. The hearts of how many heroes and poets may have been set on fire by Plutarch's biographies which now inspire me with their own and with borrowed flames!