Kill one man and you're a murderer, kill a million and you're a conqueror.

There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.

One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.

I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.

What makes our opponents useful is that they allow us to believe that without them we would be able to realize our goals.

Certain brief sentences are peerless in their ability to give one the feeling that nothing remains to be said.

We find it easy to believe that praise is sincere: why should anyone lie in telling us the truth?