The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
In politics, strangely enough, the best way to play your cards is to lay them face upwards on the table.
Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
The only true measure of success is the ratio between what we might have done and what we might have been on the one hand, and the thing we have made and the things we have made of ourselves on the ot...
Man is the unnatural animal, the rebel child of nature, and more and more does he turn himself against the harsh and fitful hand that reared him.
Cynicism is humour in ill health.
The future is the shape of things to come.
You teach them very litter?Why should we? It only leads to trouble and discontent. We amuse them.
No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
Human history is in essence a history of ideas.
The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of wagons, and the staccato of hoofs.
While there is a chance of the world getting through its troubles, I hold that a reasonable man has to behave as though he were sure of it. If at the end your cheerfulness in not justified, at any rat...
We are living in 1937, and our universities, I suggest, are not half-way out of the fifteenth century. We have made hardly any changes in our conception of university organization, education, graduati...
There's nothing wrong in suffering, if you suffer for a purpose. Our revolution didn't abolish danger or death. It simply made danger and death worthwhile.
He had read Shakespeare and found him weak in chemistry.
In another place was a vast array of idols—Polynesian, Mexican, Grecian, Phoenician, every country on earth I should think. And here, yielding to an irresistible impulse, I wrote my name upon the nose...
Once the command of the air is obtained by one of the contending armies, the war becomes a conflict between a seeing host and one that is blind.
But he was one of those weak creatures, void of pride, timorous, anaemic, hateful souls, full of shifty cunning, who face neither God nor man, who face not even themselves. It is disagreeable for me t...
Suddenly, like a thing falling upon me from without, came fear.