When the gratitude of many to one throws away all shame, we behold fame.

Good manners disappear in proportion as the influence of a Court and an exclusive aristocracy lessens; this decrease can be plainly observed from decade to decade by those who have an eye for public behavior, which grows visibly.

Men are cowards when it comes to the "eternally feminine": and the little women know it.

The State is the coldest of all cold monsters, and coldly it tells lies, and this lie drones on from its mouth: 'I, the State, am the people'.

Love brings to light the lofty and hidden characteristics of the lover--what is rare and exceptional in him: to that extent it caneasily be deceptive with respect to what is normal in him.

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.

We pay dearly for immortality: we die for it more than once during our lifetimes.