No human trait deserves less tolerance in everyday life, and gets less, than intolerance.

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

He who has the courage to laugh is almost as much a master of the world as he who is ready to die.

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

That is why all great men are modest: they consistently measure themselves not in comparison to other people but to the idea of perfection ever present in their minds, an ideal infinitely clearer and greater than any common people have, and they also realize how far they are from fulfilling their ideal.

It's not our disadvantages or shortcomings that are ridiculous, but rather the studious way we try to hide them, and our desire to act as if they did not exist.

I find it awfully difficult to determine if the habit of talking about oneself at length runs contrary to the basic rules of propriety, or if instead the man exempt from this vice is rare.