The soul of a civilization is its religion, and it dies with its faith.
Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.
The love we have in our youth is superficial compared to the love that an old man has for his old wife.
I came to think of myself, not as a dance and chaos of molecules, but as a brief and minute portion of that majestic process
Communism is the opiate of the people.
Rome remained great as long as she had enemies who forced her to unity, vision, and heroism. When she had overcome them all she flourished for a moment and then began to die.