Art is a delayed echo.

Government is the political representative of a natural equilibrium, of custom, of inertia; it is by no means a representative of reason.

Nature drives with a loose rein and vitality of any sort can blunder through many a predicament in which reason would despair.

Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself.

Periods of tranquillity are seldom prolific of creative achievement. Mankind has to be stirred up.

It is easier to make a saint out of a libertine than out of a prig.

Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.