Every man remembers his childhood as a kind of mythical age, just as every nation's childhood is its mythical age.

There are some centuries which - apart from everything else - in the art and other disciplines presume to remake everything because they know how to make nothing.

The thought that really crushes us is the thought of the futility of life of which death is the visible manifestation.

Men do not so much hate an evil-doer, or evil itself, as they hate the man who calls evil by its real name.

The most solid pleasure in this life is the empty pleasure of illusion.

A dictionary can embrace only a small part of the vast tapestry of a language.

In all climates, under all skies, man's happiness is always somewhere else.