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 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.

The hero's will is not that of his ancestors nor of his society, but his own. This will to be oneself is heroism.

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

The past will not tell us what we ought to do, but... what we ought to avoid.

Romantic poses aside, let us recognize that "falling in love"...is an inferior state of mind, a form of transitory imbecility.

Living is nothing more or less than doing one thing instead of another.