To be human is erroneous.

To have no ideas and being able to express them is the essence of journalism.

A child learns to discard his ideals, whereas a grown-up never wears out his short pants.

Nationalism is the love which ties me to the blockheads of my country, to the insultors of my way of life, and to the desecrators of my language.

Progress celebrates victories over nature. Progress makes purses out of human skin. When people were traveling in mail coaches, the world got ahead better than it does now that salesmen fly through the air. What good is speed if the brain has oozed out on the way? How will the heirs of this age be taught the most basic motions that are necessary to activate the most complicated machines? Nature can rely on progress; it will avenge it for the outrage it has perpetrated on it.

The little stations are very proud because the expresses have to pass them by.

I and my public understand each other very well: it does not hear what I say, and I don't say what it wants to hear.