Philosophy, the love of Wisdom, is at the very bottom defence against the incomprehensible.

Those who talk too much about race no longer have it in them.

One day the last portrait of Rembrandt and the last bar of Mozart will have ceased to be — though possibly a colored canvas and a sheet of notes will remain — because the last eye and the last ear accessible to their message will have gone.

Fortunately, at the last hour, there were always a few soldiers to save Civilization.

History is that form which his imagination seeks comprehension of the living existence of the world in relation to his own life, which he thereby invests with a deeper reality.

History is direction—but Nature is extension—ergo, everyone gets eaten by a bear.

If few can stand a long war without deterioration of soul, none can stand a long peace.