It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.

I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational.

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a fat missionary.

Every one of course represents the spirit of his age, but there is an eternal aspect of the Spirit of every age which may be caught. To recreate the past from the mutilated fragments of the present is the task of the Historian.

Placerea este testul naturii, semnul ei aprobator.

He hasn't an enemy in the world, and none of his friend like him.