To rule is not so much a question of the heavy hand as the firm seat.

To-day violence is the rhetoric of the period.

Triumph cannot help being cruel.

We cannot put off living until we’re ready. Life is fired at us point blank.

We distinguish the excellent man from the common man by saying that the former is the one who makes great demands upon himself, and the latter who makes no demands on himself.

We have need of history in its entirety, not to fall back into it, but to see if we can escape from it.

We live at a time when man believes himself fabulously capable of creation, but he does not know what to create.

Were art to redeem man, it could do so only by saving him from the seriousness of life and restoring him to an unexpected boyishness.

Whoever has not felt the danger of our times palpitating under his hand, has not really penetrated to the vitals of destiny, he has merely pricked its surface.