That which has been believed by everyone, always and everywhere, has every chance of being false.

Nothing beautiful can be summarized.

Fidelity to meaning alone in translation is a kind of betrayal.

What one wrote playfully, another reads with tension and passion; what one wrote with tension and passion, another reads playfully.

Growing nations should remember that, in nature, no tree, though placed in the best conditions of light, soil, and plot, can continue to grow and spread indefinitely.

Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.

Every social system is more or less against nature, and at every moment nature is at work to reclaim her rights.