The well being of democracies regardless of their type and status is dependent on one small technical detail: The right to vote. Everything else is secondary.

Man in a word has no nature; what he has... is history.

The masses think that is is easy to flee from reality, when it is the most difficult thing in the world.

When you are fed up with the troublesome present, you take your gun, whistle for your dog, go out to the mountain, and, without further ado, give yourself the pleasure during a few hours or a few days of being "Paleolithic."

The difficulties which I meet with in order to realize my existence are precisely what awaken and mobilize my activities, my capacities.

To rule is not so much a question of the heavy hand as the firm seat.

Towns are full of people, houses full of tenants, hotels full of guests, trains full of travelers, cafés full of customers, parks full of promenaders, consulting-rooms of famous doctors full of patients, theatres full of spectators, and beaches full of bathers. What previously was, in general, no problem, now begins to be an everyday one, namely, to find room.