The human mind is not rich enough to drive many horses abreast and wants one general scheme, under which it strives to bring everything.

Facts are all accidents. They all might have been different. They all may become different. They all may collapse altogether.

My soul hates the fool whose only passion is to live by rule.

The one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again

Nothing so much enhances a good as to make sacrifices for it.

Not to believe in love is a great sign of dullness. There are some people so indirect and lumbering that they think all real affection rests on circumstantial evidence.

Never have I enjoyed youth so thoroughly as I have in my old age