It is not when it is dangerous to tell the truth that its advocates are hardest to find, but when it is boring.

Man is the cruelest animal. At tragedies, bullfights, and crucifixions he has so far felt best on earth; and when he invented hell for himself, behold, that was his very heaven.

One is most dishonest to one's god: he is not allowed to sin.

Whoever has character also has his typical experience, which returns over and over again.

Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter.

In Russia there is an emigration of intelligence: émigrés cross the frontier in order to read and to write good books. But in doing so they contribute to making their fatherland, abandoned by spirit, into the gaping jaws of Asia that would like to swallow our little Europe.

We attack not only to hurt someone, to defeat him, but perhaps also simply to become conscious of our own strength.