History furnishes to politics all the arguments that it needs, for the chosen cause.

Skepticism, riddling the faith of yesterday, prepared the way for the faith of tomorrow.

The theatre, like the fresco, is art fitted to its place. And therefore it is above all else the human art, the living art.

Mozart was able to do what he wished in music and he never wished to so what was beyond him.

A hero is a man who does what he can.

Everyone, deep down within, carries a small cemetery of those he has loved.

Let us return to our eagle's nest in the Himalayas. It is waiting for us, for it is ours, eaglets of Europe, we need not renounce any part of our real nature...whence we formerly took our flight.