The thinking person has the strange characteristic to like to create a fantasy in the place of the unsolved problem, a fantasy that stays with the person even when the problem has been solved and truth made its appearance.

He who does not know foreign languages does not know anything about his own.

We can stand only a certain amount of unhappiness; anything beyond that annihilates us or passes us by, leaving us apathethetic.

We can redeem anyone who strives unceasingly.

The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection.

Nothing is more disgusting than the majority: because it consists of a few powerful predecessors, of rogues who adapt themselves, of weak who assimilate themselves, and the masses who imitate without knowing at all what they want.

When two people are really happy about one another one can generally assume they are mistaken.