I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled in them, and each time they come into contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded.

Illusions are like umbrellas - you no sooner get them than you lose them, and the loss always leaves a little painful wound.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

If a nation values anything more than freedom, it will lose its freedom; and the irony of it is that if it is comfort or money that it values more, it will lose that too.

and he loved her suddenly because she loved him.

I thought it was only in revealed religion that a mistranslation improved the sense.