A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb.

The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake.

Left to itself the masculine imagination has very little appreciation for the here and now; it prefers to dwell on what is absent, on what has been or may be. If men are more punctual than women, it is because they know that, without the external discipline of clock time, they would never get anything done.

Politics cannot be a science, because in politics theory and practice cannot be separated, and the sciences depend upon their separation.

So long as we think of it objectively, time is Fate or Chance, the factor in our lives for which we are not responsible, and about which we can do nothing; but when we begin to think of it subjectively, we feel responsible for our time, and the notion of punctuality arises.

A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.

Happy the hare at morning, for she cannot read The hunter's waking thoughts.