Life for the European is a career; for the American it is a hazard.

If one means by style the voice, the irreducible and always recognizable and alive thing, then of course style is really everything.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.

To be disesteemed by people you don't have much respect for is not the worst fate.

Understanding is often a prelude to forgiveness, but they are not the same, and we often forgive what we cannot understand (seeing nothing else to do) and understand what we cannot pardon.

Once the state is looked upon as the source of rights, rather than their bound protector, freedom becomes conditional on the pleasure of the state.

In moments of despair, we look on ourselves lead-enly as objects; we see ourselves, our lives, as someone else might see them and may even be driven to kill ourselves if the separation, the "knowledge," seems sufficiently final.