Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil.

Often I have thought of the day when I gazed for the first time at the sea. The sea is vast, the sea is wide, my eyes roved far and wide and longed to be free. But there was the horizon. Why a horizon, when I wanted the infinite from life?

For the myth is the foundation of life; it is the timeless schema, the pious formula into which life flows when it reproduces its traits out of the unconscious.

In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.

What good would politics be, if it didn’t give everyone the opportunity to make moral compromises.

Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil.

Nothing is stranger or more ticklish than a relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and observe each other daily - no hourly - and are nevertheless compelled to keep up the pose of an indifferent stranger, neither greeting nor addressing each other, whether out of etiquette or their own whim.