When a culture feels that its end has come, it sends for a priest.
What are all the orgies of Bacchus when compared to the intoxication of someone who completely surrenders to continence!
A historian is often only a journalist facing backwards.
In a well-run mental household there ought to be a thorough cleaning at the threshold of consciousness a few times a year.
Virginity is the ideal of those who want to deflower.
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.