That all men are equal is a proposition to which, at ordinary times, no sane human being has ever given his assent.

From their experience or from the recorded experience of others (history), men learn only what their passions and their metaphysical prejudices allow them to learn.

It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.