... it is the work and not the reward that is precious.

the very fact of the death of someone close to them aroused in all who heard about it, as always, a feeling of delight that he had died and they hadn't.

It's too easy to criticize a man when he's out of favour, and to make him shoulder the blame for everybody else's mistakes.

The subject of history is the life of peoples and of humanity. To catch and pin down in words--that is, to describe directly the life, not only of humanity, but even of a single people, appears to be impossible.

There is no significant idea which cannot be explained to an intelligent twelve year old boy in fifteen minutes.

The more mental effort he made the clearer he saw that it was undoubtedly so: that he had really forgotten and overlooked one little circumstance in life - that Death would come and end everything, so that it was useless to begin anything, and that there was no help for it, Yes it was terrible but true

Grow spiritually and help others to do so. It is the meaning of life.