A country without a memory is a country of madmen.

Well-bred instinct meets reason halfway

Even under the most favorable circumstances no mortal can be asked to seize the truth in its wholeness or at its center.

We need sometimes to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled to work desperately for a moment at no matter what.

History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there.

To delight in war is a merit in the soldier, a dangerous quality in the captain, and a positive crime in the statesman.

Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.