The end of pain we take as happiness.

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

He who travels much has this advantage over others – that the things he remembers soon become remote, so that in a short time they acquire the vague and poetical quality which is only given to other things by time. He who has not traveled at all has this disadvantage – that all his memories are of things present somewhere, since the places with which all his memories are concerned are present.

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

Nothing in the world is so rare as a person one can always put up with.

We remember childhood as the fabulous years of our lives, and nations remember their childhood as fabulous years.

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