The essence of man is, discontent, divine discontent; a sort of love without a beloved, the ache we feel in a member we no longer have.

We need to study the whole of history, not to fall back into it, but to see if we can escape from it.

The metaphor is perhaps one of man's most fruitful potentialities. Its efficacy verges on magic, and it seems a tool for creation which God forgot inside one of His creatures when He made him.

Liberalism... is the noblest cry that has ever resounded in this planet.

I am I plus my surroundings; and if I do not preserve the latter, I do not preserve myself.

What makes a nation great is not primarily its great men, but the stature of its innumerable mediocre ones.

These are the only genuine ideas, the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce.