History sometimes acts as madly as heredity, and her most unpredictable performances are often her most glorious.

Were I to go down into the market-place, armed with the powers of witchcraft, and take a peasant by the shoulders and whisper to him, 'In your lifetime, have you known peace?' wait for his answer, shake his shoulders and transform him into his father, and ask him the same question, and transform him in his turn to his father, I would never hear the word 'Yes,' if I carried my questioning of the dead back for a thousand years. I would always hear, 'No, there was fear, there were our enemies without, our rulers within, there was prison, there was torture, there was violent death.

Unfortunately, all gatherings convened for the betterment of the human lot show a tendency to gas themselves, and not with laughing-gas either.

God forbid that any book should be banned. The practice is as indefensible as infanticide.

There is in every one of us an unending see-saw between the will to live and the will to die.

The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

It appears that even the different parts of the same person do not converse among themselves, do not succeed in learning from each other what are their desires and their intentions.