The good is, like nature, an immense landscape in which man advances through centuries of exploration.

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.

The cynic, a parasite of civilization, lives by denying it, for the very reason that he is convinced that it will not fail.

There is but one way left to save a classic; to give up revering him and use him for our own salvation.

A revolution only lasts fifteen years, a period which coincides with the effectiveness of a generation.

In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates, the poet quivers, and the political hero erects the fortress of his will.

In their choice of lovers both the male and the female reveal their essential nature. The type of human being we prefer reveals the contours of our heart. Love is an impulse which springs from the most profound depths of our beings, and upon reaching the visible surface of life carries with it an alluvium of shells and seaweed from the inner abyss. A skilled naturalist, by filing these materials, can reconstruct the oceanic depths from which they have been uprooted.