Every nation thinks its own madness normal and requisite; more passion and more fancy it calls folly, less it calls imbecility.

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

Faith in the supernatural is a desperate wager made by man at the lowest ebb of his fortunes.

The mediocrity of everything in the great world of today is simply appalling. We live in intellectual slums.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

The arts must study their occasions; they must stand modestly aside until they can slip in fitly into the interstices of life.

The God to whom depth in philosophy bring back men's minds is far from being the same from whom a little philosophy estranges them