There is no limit to the noble aspirations which the words "my country" may evoke.

Beneath the dingy uniformity of international fashions in dress, man remains what he has always been; a splendid fighting animal, a self-sacrificing hero, and a blood thirsty savage.

Originality is undetected plagiarism.

Man, as we know him, is a poor creature; he is halfway between an ape and a god and he is travelling in the right direction.

Joy is the triumph of life; it is the sign that we are living our true life as spiritual beings.

Events in the past may be roughly divided into those which probably never happened and those which do not matter.

Whoever marries the spirit of this age will find himself a widower in the next.