Today violence is the rhetoric of the period.

There is no doubt; even a rejection can be the shadow of a caress”.

Order is not pressure which is imposed on society from without, but an equilibrium which is set up from within.

Our firmest convictions are apt to be the most suspect; they mark our limitations and our bounds. Life is a petty thing unless it is moved by the indomitable urge to extend its boundaries.

We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.

Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.

Poetry is adolescence fermented, and thus preserved.