There is sense in hoping for recognition in a distant future only when we take it for granted that mankind will remain essentially unchanged, and that whatever is great is not for one age only but will be looked upon as great for all time.

The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.

A vocation makes us unthinking; that is its greatest blessing. For it is a bulwark behind which we are permitted to withdraw whencommonplace doubts and cares assail us.

The consequences of our actions take hold of us, quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have 'improved.

Every living body continuously eliminates feces, it rejects what is not serviceable to the assimilating organism: what man despises, what arouses his disgust, what he calls evil, are excrements.

It is the privilege of greatness to confer intense happiness with insignificant gifts.

All great men are play actors of their own ideal.