We must welcome the future, remembering that soon it will be the past; and we must respect the past, remembering that it was once all that was humanly possible.

Man alone knows that he must die; but that very knowledge raises him, in a sense, above mortality, by making him a sharer in the vision of eternal truth. He becomes the spectator of his own tragedy; he sympathizes so much with the fury of the storm that he has no ears left for the shipwrecked sailor, though the sailor were his own soul. The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, and it makes free those who have loved it.

Men become superstitious, not because they have too much imagination, but because they are not aware that they have any.

Our occasional madness is less wonderful than our occasional sanity.

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

When men and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons are always different.

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